I’ve been trying to like Kyle Busch. The kid can drive a car. Sure, when he doesn’t win (which isn’t often) he has a hissy fit and stomps off, which is a bit childish. Nobody said you have to like loosing, but not liking it in a little more grown up fashion wouldn’t bother me much either. But every time there’s a restart, and KB passes ten cars before the first corner, my question to the television set is: “What the heck’s wrong with the rest of you??”
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Last night KB smashed the guitar trophy in victory lane, like some sort of doped up wannabe rock star. Ever since Nashville starting giving out those beautiful guitars for the winner, I’ve been wondering if someone would ever do that. I hoped not. My respect for KB is now at 0.0, where it will stay.
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Last night KB smashed the guitar trophy in victory lane, like some sort of doped up wannabe rock star. Ever since Nashville starting giving out those beautiful guitars for the winner, I’ve been wondering if someone would ever do that. I hoped not. My respect for KB is now at 0.0, where it will stay.