Last time I heard "gay"
on a TV show used to mean a happy, pleasant evening was an early Bewitched episode. And even then, I remember my mom's giggles.
When you think about it, NASCAR is just the sort of thing we like.
Cute, sweaty guys in leather...
Big, muscular cars with hoods out to there and overblown make-up to boot.
Last place left where Big-Hair is still in.
All that flash, all that drama, all that foo-fo-rah over nothing, what's not to like?