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When Your Team Retires

Today was Kyle Larson's second career win.  He's leading the championship early in the season and will at least be in the chase when they get to that point in the season.  Today was the return of my nervousness as the race got to the end as it seemed like anything that could happen to take the race from him was going to happen.

Thankfully it didn't, and after finishing 2nd in 4 of last 5 races he finally got a win.  I hadn't been that nervous watching a race since watching Jeff Gordon win at Martinsville at the end of 2015.  After that season Gordon retired (if you ignore him filling in for Dale Jr after his concussion) and racing was a lot easier to watch.  At least less stressful.

Racing is one of those weird sports where at some point your favorite driver is going to retire.  It something like football, players retire, but if you are a fan of a team players just come and go.  When your favorite driver retires, it's kind of like the entire team is gone.

Obviously that isn't true, as it is just the driver that is gone, but it's the main part of the team that people focus on.  Last season there were the drivers that I was pulling for, but didn't have much in it.  It made the week to week races easier to watch, but less investment in each of them.

Now I pull for a bunch of different drivers, but mainly Kyle Larson.  Kid has talent, and hopefully he can get a championship or two in his career.  Add the fact that the changes that they have made to races has at least made things a little more interesting, it's nice to be excited for a NASCAR season again.

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