I’m having a hard time reconciling my feelings regarding the Edwards/Keselowski incident from a couple weeks ago. On one hand, I want to chastise idiot rednecks who, like NHL fans, expressly root for crashes and mayhem. On the other hand, I thought it was fucking awesome and loved every second of it. In essence, Carl Edwards told NASCAR to go blow themselves, and that he will wreck anyone anytime he goddamn feels like it.
He’s like a pretty-boy version of Cale Yarborough. So dreamy, yet so filthy on the race track. Sigh.