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I threw together a few thoughts about the Monster Truck Jam on Saturday:

I try to do things with my boy that will stick with him forever.  Although, him being 5 years old, you don’t always know what’s going to work……I remember some really small events with my dad that weren’t a huge deal, but they stuck with me.  And, I do remember some of the bigger things as well.  So Saturday afternoon, I was able to take my son to the Monster Truck Jam.  I was so excited to take him. 

He has always been interested in planes, trains and automobiles but recently his interest in monster trucks has been growing.  He has a DVD of various monster truck events that he has watched probably 7,142 times.  It got to the point where we showed him how to start the movie over using the remote.   He even told us that he wants to be a monster truck driver when he grows up.  This of course temporarily shattered my dream of him becoming a major league baseball player, but I still have hope.

Before going, we never told him where we were taking him.  I told him it was a surprise.  As soon as he walked into the arena and saw the monster truck jam logo, he new where he was at.  He nearly came out of his skin and although he didn’t like the ear plugs we made him wear, he absolutely loved the show.  He wouldn’t even go to the bathroom or come with me to get something to eat in fear of missing something. 

Before the show started the announcer guy (who sounded like some DJ on a rock station—“All right everybody it’s Zander Kelly on Z-Rock 100, are you ready for some destruction???!!!!!!!”) took a few minutes to acknowledge some people in the audience.  He asked all the Policemen and Firemen to stand up.  Then he asked all of the Doctors, Nurses and EMT’s to stand up.  And finally he asked all of the Military Servicemen—enlisted or retired—to stand up.  All the while, Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA was playing in the back round.  Then we all stood for the Nation Anthem. 

The Patriotism was dripping from the ceiling.  I looked around and it truly was a crowd you really don’t see from day to day.  I found it refreshing to see a niche of people that the local news—or any news—ignores on a daily basis.  People who care about family, Country and Monster Trucks.  Maybe not necessarily in that order.

Overall the show was good, although the Sprint Center really isn’t a venue conducive to an event such as giant trucks driving around but I thought they did ok.  We splurged on the more expensive tickets to get a little closer to the action.  And it was worth every penny to preserve a memory I hope the boy has forever.