Midway through the Autism Speaks 400, after a bad pit stop left Kyle Busch’s poor-handling car even less responsive, reporter Jeff Gluck Tweeted that Busch radioed his crew chief and said:
“You absolutely killed it. I’ve got nothing. (Freaking) nothing.”
Morgan Freeman voiceover: I wish I could tell you that Kyle said the word ‘freaking.’ I wish I could tell you that – but the Sprint Cup is no fairytale world. Old Jeff Gluck never said what word Kyle actually used, but some had their suspicions. Kyle’s language went on like that for awhile. NASCAR consists of routines, left turns and then more left turns. Every so often, Kyle would pipe up on the radio. He talked up a storm. Sometimes he was able to keep his language clean, sometimes not. And that’s how it went for Kyle. That was his routine. I do believe those first 250 laps were the worst for him.

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.