Alright...I will admit it...I am a *gasp*....Nascar fan.
Nascar's appeal? Rooting for a driver. You always have a driver or two to root for. As your drivers get older, you have a couple other ones you like, because *bing**bing**bing**bing*...they market the personalities of their stars.
I like Jeff Gordon. All clean cut and everything. Professional, articulate.
I hate Tony Stewart. Brash jerk that you want to punch his face in, everytime you see him.
Sentimental favourites abound....Mark Martin, Rusty Wallace, Sterling Marlin, Dale Jarrett.
Their announcers are so knowledgeable, and everyone within the sport gives you the impression that they are just a regular guy.
Nascar is about the intracacies, nuances, things that are so minute that you never give them a second thought. But they are not above explaining every detail, and they don't talk down to you.
I can explain the purpose of restricter plates, but personally, I have no idea why the nets are painted red.
They have rules. There are officials that are all over the place, that make sure that if you are driving 57 mph on pit road at Daytona that you get your penalty. Whether it is on the first or last lap doesn't matter.
There is power, aggression, loyalty, precision, and each and every move done by the driver or anyone on his crew can cost them 10 places.
When Jeff Gordon went to the outside on Tony Stewart, he dropped a couple spots at Daytona on Sunday. I knew that he was asking for trouble. But he hung in, got back to the yellow line, and then zipped past Dale Junior on the straightaway. I understand why that all happened, and I am not even a motorsports geek.
They don't hold out, they don't switch teams very often, and they genuinely seem like good old boys.
Also...the end of professional sports as we know it happened when the PAs of sports released the figures of team sport payrolls. That is when the spiral started.