With the exception of a few fringey things, my hatred for sports runs deep. Today is the day when I actually get to enjoy a sporting event, which just so happens to be the biggest sporting event in the world.
I'm a multi-generational Indianaian, the child of track rats, I've been in the stands, in the suites, on the track, at the museum, my grandparents used to live so close you could hear the cars on the track, the Indy500 is my birthright. Today is the 110th running of the race. The local market blackout has been lifted, which means I actually get to watch it instead of having to listen on the radio like it's the fucking Roosevelt administration.
I have no favorite driver, I'm not especially rooting for anyone, but it's always nice when a hometowner, of which there are three, can take it, which isn't very likely, but it's more fun that way, and if you're wondering what motivates the drivers to get out there and competitively drive 250 miles per hour other than the love of the game, the purse is expected to exceed 22 million dollars this year--and the winner gets their face on this, the Borg-Warner Trophy:
For those who don't know, the 500 is not an ordinary race, and not an ordinary venue. This is the biggest sporting event in the world, and one of the biggest one-time gatherings of people at any given time. Between spectators and the wide range of professionals and workers, comfortably, upwards of 400,000 people will be on site, today.
How do that many people fit into one space? Because the Indianapolis Motor Speedway isn't an ordinary racetrack. It's the holy grail of racing, and is the size of a small city. Behold:
The IMS is so big (how big is it??), Vatican City, Yankee Stadium, the White House, Liberty Island, the Taj Mahal, Roman Colosseum, the Rose Bowl Stadium, and Churchill Downs could all fit INSIDE the track together.
A world-wide event, and definitely worth checking out since there's nothing else like it in the world. There's even a second race immediately following that some drivers will run, altogether amounting to 1100 miles, going back-to-back called The Double.
So, for the 110th time, let's go racing.