Whatever happened to being a rough-neck, do-anything-to-win, straight up son-of-a-bitch? If my math is correct, and it usually is, that’s what made NASCAR the great American racing sensation.
The cars don’t go as fast as Indy cars or dragsters. The wrecks aren’t as spectacular either. But the drivers are tough as nails, and either you love ‘em or you hate ‘em enough to piss on their grave.
Watching NASCAR these days is almost as exciting as watching the LPGA tour on ESPN2. And I attribute that to the three following things.