The announcer started screeching for all cars to hold their positions so they can help the poor driver. The car below, number 72, didn’t seem to hear the call to halt and just kept on going.

So there he is, in the middle of the arena as everyone yells STOP! and he just plows on ahead, ramming into the back of one car and backing into the front of another.

I was wondering if in his mind, he was like “Sweet! Everyone’s stopped, I win!!”

The car he backed into, number 70, had so much damage done that we wondered if his car would even work. Thankfully it did.

Everyone was raging mad at number 72 while he kept plowing into other stopped cars. He hit the gas, spun his tires and aimed his car right at the car with the unresponsive driver. This is when the firemen jumped the berm and risked their lives to jump in the delinquent drivers path. They waved their flags, they shouted, they jumped up and down. Finally, the idiotic number 72 figured out that he was supposed to stop.

I was just waiting for the crowd to jump out in hordes and attack him like a swarm of angry bees.

Once the car was stopped, the EMT’s and fire crew were able to access the situation and help the driver.

Everyone waited with bated breath, hoping that the driver was okay.

More trucks came.

And the Jaws of Life were put into use. After twenty tense minutes, the roof was peeled back off the car and the driver was given a full check up.

And he was fine!

All credits given to the firefighters that put their lives on the line to dive out and protect his car.

And the car was towed out, the games continued and all was well.