To be fair, I have no idea what word Kyle actually said. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think it was something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. Maybe Jeff Gluck calls this ‘freaking.’ I tell you, Kyle’s voice soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place like Dover, Delaware dares to dream. It was like some beautiful, little shrub grew between the cracks in our drab, little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man listening to the radio chatter at Dover felt free.

 

Freak, yeah, Kyle Busch.

 

Freak, yeah.