Yeah, NASCAR and NASCAR Lite (IRL) have turned into professional wrestling. They’ve got the trash talk, the off-track feuds, the lovely manager/wives pulling each others’ hair, the whole nine. It’s disgusting. When there’s no crash to show a billion times from a billion angles they think they have to spice it up or lose their audience so they go to that shit. It’s just like going to a baseball game. Remember when you were a kid and you went to a baseball game, at breaks in the game you could talk to your friends, relax, grab a dog, whatever? Now, they have to entertain you every single fucking second of the game. In between innings there’s a fucking three-legged race between kids from the fucking orphanage, or some dipshit male cheerleader launching free t-shirts into the stands, or fucking hot dogs racing on the jumbotron, or a drawing for a free flight and three nights in a hotel anywhere you want to go, of course all presented at 200 fucking decibels and of course always sponsored by a local slippery-as-shit car dealership, the scumbag owner of which is always there plugging his damn business while he gives the winning orphans a trophy and a gift certificate to the fucking water park, which by the way is also a sponsor.
Sorry about the hijack, I didn’t think I was going to get that worked up.