Live from the Seneca Lodge Bar

There is one phenomenon that always strikes me as incredibly hilarious:

When: Any track during any race weekend
Where: around the garage

The subject today my friends is Waffle Bellies.
WB’s are the folks who spend the weekend w/their noses and guts pressed against the fence surrounding the garage. The pressure of their intense fixation causes indents on their beer filled guts or whatever body part is closest to the fence; hence the nickname Waffle Belly.

WB’s can be male or female and their unfortunate children also suffer through their obsession; standing there without taking time to eat, drink, get some relief at the port-o-john’s or see the track. God forbid they give up their “spot”.

One year the people who run The Glen track had this strange idea to cover the fences that surrounded the garage with black tarps. I’m not sure what the motivation was behind that move but it didn’t stop the bellies. If anything it just helped them, now they had a shade!

The WB’s near the garage pass gate have to be the most amusing. That’s where you see the most females. Their angle; trying to talk their way past the guard or talk to anyone going in or out with a team shirt to see if there’s ANYTHING they can do to get their hands on a pass.

Race weekend 2004 our friend met us at the gate to give us our hot stickers and when they were spotted by one particular female, she spoke up and said “Hey, I'll pay you for that!"
I believe our friends response was something like "They're not for sale" or "I don't think so",
leaving said waffle broad to find another "angle".

All I wanted to do was hand her some syrup...