monster jam

call it complete. what's a 'monster jam'? you ask. only a gaggle of customized trucks fitted with tractor-sized wheels, souped up engines, and a track to run in about the size of a large living room. each truck has its own personality and name. thus we have el toro loco, grave digger, tropical thunder. you get the picture.

nicholas loves monster trucks. at the age of six he knows more about the sport, its individual trucks, than i thought. so at the souvenir stand he asked if he could have a maximum destruction. i didn't see a sign for it and i didn't know what he was talking about. sure enough, maximum destruction is the name of a monster truck and they had a hot wheels toy version of the same.

oooo wheee! it was fun. really, really fun. those damn trucks raced on a very small track at arco arena, a mid-sized stadium where the kings have their home base. at least for a while. the owners of the kings are threatening to take their team to another city if the city doesn't cough up some dough to get a new stadium built. my reaction to that, i'll draw them up a map out of town.

those damn truck are loud! if we didn't already come prepared with earplugs we might be at the e.r. right now for busted ear drums. it was a spectacular display of machine, including a robot called megasaurus that ate a car! it did. i swear. it ate a car! the whole show reminded me of the faux competitors of professional wrestling. ostensibly these are monster truck races, which are merely excuses to drive these vehicles and charge ticket prices and sell much merchandise. oh what the hell. nick loved it. i promised to take him to the next one. maybe next time maximum destruction will be on the bill.