Fan affections doth run high in this sport — such mania fuels our blogging trade, don’t you think?  Over at NASCAR This Week, Mike Smith’s current Stockcartoon suggests fan elation may be the only thing buoying up the general depressive state of things these days (that is, if you were a Dale Jr. fan last weekend). We got a record number of hits last night for Monte’s current Feud of the Week between Matt Kenseth vs. Dale Earnhardt Jr.; a minor tiff, no fisticuffs or swearing off-camera, but it seems popular imagination loves it when gods clash on pit road or in Turn Three. And if there is the merest suggestion of nipples in a post, as in Monte’s post “A female stock car star,” you better duck and cover, ’cause Curious Eyes gotta see. I’m not suggesting at all that the ideal post manages to say all of these things at once, but it does seem to me that NASCAR blogging is a darn good conjuration of trackside hoodoo, don’t you think? Journalism drunk enough on the fumes to swoon at the drivers and ogle trackbunnies. I can’t wait to get done with the trifecta of yawner races (Pocono, Michigan, Sonoma) and get NASCAR naked and devout at the Pepsi 400.