The Advance Auto Parts Monster Jam rocked me so thoroughly and completely. I was and am still in shock. I feel like a damn fool for being so damn elitist all these years.
We got to the Verizon Center at 2 p.m. today expecting to do some serious mocking and gawking. Instead, the roaring behemoths grabbed us by the ears and didn't let go.
Yes, they were amazingly loud - we needed earplugs even at the very top of the stadium.
But when you spend your whole life looking at regular cars, the power and ass-kicking performance of a Monster Truck stops you in your tracks. Even from hundreds of feet up in the standards you find yourself gasping when they flying screaming into the air. It's a spectacle not marred by wifebeaters, beer brawls or excessive American flag saluting (although there was some of that). Rather, it's a spectacle of serious machines tearing shit UP.
Even the most cynical of us was quickly converted, and we picked trucks and cheered them on:
- The ridiculous Monster Mutt (complete with doggy ears and a tail mounted on a spring)
- The Illuminator (a regular truck with neon stripes)
- The Northern Nightmare (A Canadian truck that people seemed oddly appreciative of)
- and GRAVEDRIGGER - the truck that was celebrating it's 30th anniversary today. Really.
There was drama, showmanship, skill, daring, danger and tons more. I can't wait to go back.