Boys Will Be Boys

Boys are made of snips and snail and puppy dog tails.


NASCAR in its infinite wisdom tried to save the teams some money by regulating the emotions of its participants. Short of drugging the participants with Prozac or Ritalin, I'm not seeing how this could be accomplished. The mindset of "bet I can get there before you" is fairly difficult to overcome in an adrenaline drenched atmosphere. 


"Let them race," was a constant retort on Twitter and in chat rooms across the web. I have been torn between enjoying the carnage of a good wreck and the fact that someone has to pay for that car that is now on its way to the recycling center.


What is the answer? I have no idea, but recently NASCAR.com has been reporting on the utterances of the NASCAR Powers That Be as they hand down the latest edicts from on high. The Powers That Be seem to be trying appear as though they are listening to the fans. These edicts appear to be band-aids when the sport needs a trauma surgeon. 


Boys will be boys. They are after all made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.