I did something today that was unforeseeable as little as 3 years ago.
I took down all of the NASCAR memorabilia from my office wall and put it in upstairs storage. Not much use for it anymore, since the bulk of my collecting focused on Ricky Rudd and Dale Jarrett. Ricky's not won a race since 2002, and today is the final start of his career (allegedly). Dale hasn't ran well since my fanhood of him started, then he made an ill-advised jump to Toyota and hasn't even made the show half the time this year.
I don't have the time or the interest to detail how I've fallen out of love with NASCAR the last couple of years, but all of the arguments have been made in other blogs, fan sites, and message boards; I don't need to rehash them here.
I am grateful for one thing, though, in light of the closing of this chapter of my life: I am so very thankful that I didn't name my son Dale Ricky or Dale Richard or Ricky Dale. Believe it or not, it was considered.
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Yeah, my interest was very low for most of this season. Being at a race is still great, but the TV coverage can make a great race merely average and a bad race intolerable. And maybe it's just my negativity clouding my vision, but when you watch racing coverage it seems like no one involved is really having any fun. The drivers are pretty outspoken when it comes to how much they hate the schedule, the sponsor obligations, the COT...so why do they stay in the game? The money, period.
ReplyDeletePlus, there's the fact that Hendrick and Chevy dominated so thoroughly. I just got sick of watching JJ run away with everything.