NASCAR lost me the day Dale Sr. died. I grew up around racing fans, but never gave a rat's rectum about it. Not until my little sister married a guy who was into it, and he thought Darrell Waltrip hung the moon. He hated Earnhardt during the time he kept making Waltrip's life a living Hell. I just happened to tune in the day Dale wrecked him, and I watched the interviews. Waltrip whined like a teenage girl, and Earnhardt? "That's racing".
My brother in law was madder than a wet hen the next day. And he went on about it for about 30 minutes. I just said, "Well Hell? That's racing." My little sister didn't know whether to be mad at me, or laugh. Her husband wouldn't speak to me for a week. But after that? I finally gave a damn about it. But what love I ever had for it? Died after I found out that minor looking wreck took him, because he had someone alter his racing harness, and it failed. I have maybe watched 30 minutes total of NASCAR since, and that is a generous estimate.
I am sure there is more behind it, but I think the day Dale died was a big part of it. That, plus the fact this next generation of racers? Will never ever be what that generation of drivers before them were. Those guys were colorful characters. The new guys are either just boring, or too scared to be themselves due to the PC world forcing NASCAR to sanction them.
Plus, I think the true diehard NASCAR fans that have been the backbone of the sport, are tired of it trying to shed it's redneck image. They have two choices: Go back to their roots, and make the rednecks happy again. OR watch the interest die.
Doesn't matter to me either way.