Word: infielder
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...park-and-party space. Spots go quickly. Liquor stores and Kentucky Fried Chicken stay open 24 hours a day, and people sit on lawn chairs, drunk, staring at the traffic streaming into town. On 30th St., across from one of the four gates leading into the raceway infield, you can walk the length of each block on the tops of mobile homes...
...Show Us Your Tits"--it is the rallying cry of the masses. The libido of the great unwashed bursting forth in all its drunken glory. It is the them of the infield. Mass-produced buttons, bumper stickers and shirts proclaim the four magic words, and hundreds carry homemade signs and drive had-painted vans which reiterate the them. From atop the vans and portable scaffolding, flushed faces call out hoarsely to all who pass below. "Show us your tits!" Most ignore the demands, but every so often a woman will clamber up onto a van and perform an awkward striptease...
...infield is for men. Black-leathered motorcycle riders, general hell raisers and frat boys down for a look at the fun all stake out their separate claim Turn One is the "Snake Pit," the motorcycle mecca, Harley Heaven. The bikers get drunk, get crazy, get naked, get sick, and get beat up for the amusement of corporate executives sitting in the luxury $30.000 boxes across the track. Turns Two and Three are slightly less populated but boast a steady level of determined merrymaking...
Under normal conditions, the race itself is extraordinarily exciting to watch. The seats and the infield fence are close to the track, and on the turns you can see almost a quarter of the course. The public address system keeps up a faster commentary than any ABC announcer. On television, the cars seem to glide through the turns, accelerating smoothly into the straightaways. But the roaring machines actually skid through each turn and make sickening little sideways hops towards the wall No one was injured in this year's race, but it's easy to see how Gordon Smylie...
...hour after the finish, still in the infield. One of the guess passes out on top of the car Exhausted, sunburned, hungry, wondering about what it had been like to be sober. The guy on the roof looks even worse than everyone else. The car is too crowded, so instead of leading him inside, we take some rope from the trunk and tie him to the top. With all the traffic, we weren't moving very fast, and he didn't wake up for about 200 feet, 20 minutes later...