Chapter Text
Alabama: Our state bird is the NASCAR
Alabama didn't care what anybody said; he didn't care if they laughed at him or called him stupid. They just didn't understand. They didn't understand how exciting it was to watch the cars zoom by on the track at high speeds.
"I don't get it," Louisiana commented as he ran a hand through his freshly combed blonde hair. "They're just driving in a circle. Anybody can do that."
"Shh," Alabama pointed at the television screen. "Watch."
Louisiana sighed and pulled out his phone, he found this 'sport' as about appealing as he found golf.
Alabama didn't let it bother him. NASCAR was great entertainment as far as he was concerned and in the end that's all that mattered.