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People pay good money to see guys doing 180 mph, swapping paint and denting fenders. People love wrecks, bump drafting, swearing and pit-row fights. They don’t love to see grown men neutered, which is what NASCAR has done. It created an army of the same, boring, personality-devoid drivers, and the overall product suffered. If fans want something squeaky clean, they rent Disney movies and listen to Yanni. Give me old school NASCAR and keep it that way.
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Hours removed from the 11th Cup Series race of the season at Dover, my anger hadn’t dissipated as I tried to write, and I realized I was angry not just because we were again talking about the rules package, but for another reason, too.