Should I become a Kyle Busch hater? I refused to become a Jeff Gordon hater, back in my halcyon days of the previous decade. But perhaps I should manifest my generational loyalties by ruing the changing of the guard. Plus, something about Kyle's nose bothers me. Oh, and, though I know I haven't told you this, I was a huge NASCAR fan in my childhood. I remember Richard Petty and David Pearson dueling down the last lap at Daytona like it was yesterday. I was for 43 back then, before a certain self-satisfied mediocrity tarred the number's name.