It struck me the other day that not only has NASCAR succumbed to the pressures of political correctness but also the lowest common denominator: human female emotion.
Enter Darrel Waltrip. When he first came on the scene TV-wise he was cool, kind of elusive like a Richard Petty that you weren't aware of. Then he was hired by Fox and became one of their color announcers. Boogity Boogity Boogity, Let's Go Racin' Boys! has caused me and lots of others to give up watching pre-race coverage.
Can't the man get through one Daytona 500 without crying? I swear he has become the Oprah of NASCAR without the business sense.
And how is it that he is so celebrated as a racer? Granted he has won his share of contests during his career, but so have a lot of others. Every year the same footage of him in the winner's circle squealing "I just won The Daytona 500!!!" like a little girl.
But it's not just the DW aspect that has me irritated. It's the whole contrived entertainment, posing of country music and other performers that generally have no commonality with NASCAR except to snicker at it when they are back in Hollywood or anywhere else.
See, it doesn't matter how much money stock car racing brings in or the good it and its members do, hopping into bed with random celebrities that deign to attend the early part of any given race doesn't make the sport legitimate in their eyes.
Case in point: Talledega Nights. Comedy or not, artistic licence or not, that movie disparaged everything NASCAR supposedly stands for.
It's jut something else for them to do and be seen.
And worse, having a frontman like Darrel Waltrip "Boogity Boogitying" the start and weeping like a woman everytime his win or Dale Earnhart Sr.'s name is mentioned is embarrassing for us true fans.
C'mon NASCAR, this is a real man's sport!!
DH
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