Monster Jam: a chance to expand my cultural horizons, or something to avoid?
An opportunity approaches next weekend as Monster Jam comes to Milwaukee on the 18th and 19th.
The BMO Harris Bradley Center will be home to "The Grave Digger" and other monster trucks those nights. They've been here before, the ads sounding like those reverb-laden AM radio drag racing commercials from years gone by: "Sunday Sunday Sunday at Great Lakes Dragaway...Big Daddy Don Garlits...The Snake, Don Prudhomme and Shirley Muldownney!!"
I know what drag racing is. My brother in law Al was quite good at it, bringing home a pile of trophies from Kaukauna as well as his share of shredded clutches and blown transmissions.
But after schlepping this rock for some five and a half decades, I haven't a clue as to what a Monster Jam is.
There are sports I love. There are others I'm passive about. I hate virtually none, but a few I simply don't understand. Monster Jam? I don't know enough to be dangerous.
I could go to the Googles and read the corporate screed or sample social media and dip into the haters. Those are not pure views. I want to hear from fans, dip into their enthusiasm, allow them to be apostles for their passion and tell me why I should forego a romantic dinner with my wife or an off-night in the man cave to sample their sport. Convert me. Change me. Make my life better. I enter this endeavor pure, untarnished, with an open mind and fair spirit. You can start by telling me what the point of it is. And, if I need to buy headphones. Another question: do they sell beer?
The floor is yours.