We Did It Again

This time we did it BIG!

The first stop on the "Path of Destruction Tour" at M&T Bank Stadium (yes, that's where our beloved Ravens battle). More dirt, dust, noise, crowds and big name trucks - Grave Digger!, Maximum Destruction!, Monster Mutt and their drivers - Dennis Anderson!, Tom Meents!, Charlie Pauken! - than the show we saw a couple months back.

On the way in - love his pose!

We had super seats

Anticipation

Once again, we drug asked Dennis and C along

Grave Digger 30th Anniversary Truck

Grave Digger fan - the other half of his hair was purple

Ironman - one of my favs

Monster Mutt, ears flapping

Loving it

The family that goes to Monster Jam together ...
Bob's cousin Liora and her husband Kevin with
kids Hailey and Nathan

See, Dennis DOES like it!

Cheering on Grinder

Back flip!

Maximum Destruction

It was a late, long show. By the end it was thumb sucking time,
but his eyes were still glued to the action

Took me until this morning to realize he's "making"
 Dennis Anderson's mustache with his fingers!
(see below pic)

The main man of Monster Trucks

Tom Meents, driver of Max D - went by and
high-fived Owen after show

It was fun! I'm going to just go ahead and admit - I liked it, especially the freestyle competition. I never thought I'd go to a monster truck show, much less enjoy it and know who the drivers were. I grew up on the rather privileged Main Line, deep in prep heaven where our idea of a fun Saturday night was going to the Devon Horse Show dressed head to toe in pink and green. I knew nothing about monster trucks (or Nascar and John Deere for that matter).

Yes, the crowd and the "sport" are a little, um, redneck; but they start every show playing "God Bless the USA" and asking all service members past and present to stand and be recognized. I'm a sucker for that kind of patriotism. And for every character trying (rather unsuccessfully) to balance a beer and a toddler on his lap, there are at least two parents like those who sat behind us last night and allowed us to borrow their extra ear protection after overhearing that I'd forgotten Owen's and was preparing to go buy some.

Most importantly, it was something we did as a family. An event that made Owen's eyes light up and that even those more cynical among us stand and cheer at least once. What's better than that? So yeah, I'm a Monster Jam fan. I'll just make sure to balance it out with trips to Hilton Head and getting Owen into golf lessons.