I cannot believe it. I will be attending Monster Jam tomorrow evening. To me, this demonstrates the impact of living in south Jersey. When my sons first expressed their adoration of Grave Digger, I tried to be calm about it. It continued to grow. We have several Grave Digger toys in our home. Our youngest adores this truck. Clearly, he was attracted to the name and the skull. While he may only be six, he has embraced the art of the morbid and macabre. The attraction to a giant truck named Grave Digger that runs over other vehicles was naturally going to occur.
I cannot as of yet understand the entertainment value of large decorated trucks running over other vehicles. I can see how my sons would find this fun so I am keeping an open mind. Perhaps I will love it. What a lovely way of getting out aggression and frustration. When I need to do that, I crush an Oreo. It makes me feel better because I love Oreos. And I don’t have the benefit of having a monster truck in my driveway that I can roll over stuff with.
Still, when my co-worker read the email about the radio station at work giving away free tickets for Monster Jam, I was on the phone in a heartbeat. The chance to let my sons experience Grave Digger at no cost to me was too good to pass up. If the boys hate it, no biggie. If they love it, I’ll know to prepare for many more evenings spent with the Monster Trucks. Hey, House likes it.
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