The No. 6 UPS Ford of David
Ragan and the No. 17 Ford of Matt Kenseth on pit road prior to Coca Cola 600 qualifying at Charlotte Motor Speedway. |
In
any sport, every fan almost always finds a team to cheer for above all others.
It’s no different in NASCAR. Some fans choose a favorite driver simply because
his car has their favorite number on the side. Others choose a driver based on
their sponsor. A few choose their favorite driver because he is from the same
state they are from. For me, it was none of the above.
As
a kid, I spent many weekends at my grandparents’ house. They had a television,
but it did well to pick up the local TV stations. Luckily, it did pick up the
local FOX and ABC affiliates, which meant most Sundays and the occasional
Saturday were spent sitting in the living room of my grandparents’ trailer
watching NASCAR races. That was in the late 90’s.
In
1999, just before my 9th birthday that June, I became a Dale Earnhardt fan
simply because he was my grandfather Frank’s favorite driver. I cheered for
Earnhardt every race I watched. Then, in 2001, the entire community was rocked
to the core as Dale Earnhardt tragically passed away in the Daytona 500. NASCAR
lost a legend, and I lost my favorite driver. My grandfather stopped watching
NASCAR after that fateful day, and so did I.
For
over a year, I didn’t watch a single race. Then, in October 2002, something
compelled me to turn the race on. I honestly don’t remember much about the race
other than it was at Charlotte Motor Speedway, and Jamie McMurray was filling in
for Sterling Marlin. McMurray earned his first career win that night and
surprised a lot of people. The excitement I felt that night watching McMurray
win made me realize something about myself. NASCAR was my passion. And I had
truly missed watching the races.
Now
that I was a NASCAR fan again I was left with the problem of finding a new
favorite driver. Of course, like so many of Dale Earnhardt’s fans, I chose his
son as my favorite driver. Again, I was just twelve, and I really didn’t know
too many other drivers so I went with who I knew.
So, how did I go from being a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. fan to becoming a die-hard fan of all of the Roush Fenway Racing drivers? It’s kind of a funny and unique story.
So, how did I go from being a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. fan to becoming a die-hard fan of all of the Roush Fenway Racing drivers? It’s kind of a funny and unique story.