It ain't right. It just ain't right. I'm not going to devote anything more than the next paragraph to correcting the wrong, but the fact that it took two grown men engaging in a fist fight that was more fitting of a high school hallway to get me to pay attention to NASCAR seems like a disservice to racers everywhere. Dangerous is generally synonymous with entertaining, but these guys weave through traffic while going damn near 200 MPH for a living and they had to roll around on the ground like drunken buffoons before they finally elicited a vesiceral reaction from me. The incident that caused this should have been way more exciting than the ensuing melee, but my heart didn't start pounding until Kyle Busch threw a weak cross that would make a 4th grade bully look like a badass. I suppose that's a result of the sport consisting of 500 treacherously monotonous laps, but - if you venture north of the Mason-Dixon line - the risk these dudes put themselves at is only paralleled by the lack of respect they get "rewarded" from the casual sports fan. I have no intention of making white dudes repeatedly driving around in a circle regular scheduled programming or anything crazy like that. However, those with a higher tolerance for boredom and an attention span that's a wee bit longer than Kyle Busch's fuse probably should. Not just because they are putting their health at risk behind the wheel, but because apparently the track is the only nationally broadcasted place to watch something that takes place in the living room of every home that houses more than one teenage son.