I've mentioned most of this on here before.
My dad was always a Ford guy, so naturally I was one too. When Dale Jr. started out in Cup, I was indifferent to him. All I knew was that I couldn't stand his father and he drove a Chevy. When Sr. passed in 2001 and Junior's fanbase exploded, he started to annoy me a little. I felt like he wasn't that great of a driver, and people were only cheering for him because his father had died.
Fast forward to March of 2011. I had just lost my father two months earlier. I liked Jamie McMurray but that was glorified front running because he had won the Daytona 500 (and then he went on to win at Indy and the fall race at Charlotte), and when he wasn't running well, I didn't really care about him. I wanted to find a true favorite driver that I would want to cheer for regardless of where he was in the field. One afternoon when I came home from work, the race at Vegas was on. I remember looking through the ticker and seeing that Junior was running solidly in the top 10. I was shocked to see him running that well and I got really excited. He finished 8th that day. I liked the pairing of him and Steve Letarte from the beginning, because I felt like they were two guys that had been written off by everybody else but would come together and produce positive results.
Over the next few weeks, Junior continued to run pretty well, he almost won Martinsville, and then came the Coke 600. I was cheering harder for him when he took off on that last restart than I had cheered for anyone in a very long time. Of course, he ran out of gas at the end and lost it to Harvick, but even though it was a heartbreaker for him, I remember feeling very positive that night. I knew I had found my new favorite driver.
I came to like Junior because I feel like I can relate to him somewhat, in some small way. We both lost our fathers at pretty much the same age (he was 26 and I was 25). We've both had to deal with the family nonsense that usually accompanies such a tragedy. Both of our fathers were very good at their jobs and had earned the respect and admiration of their peers. (Okay, so Dale Sr. was a wee bit more famous than my dad. LOL.) We've both had to deal with trying to live up to the often ridiculous expectations that some people have set for us, people that expect us to be every bit as great as our fathers were. I feel like Dale Jr. has taken it all in stride and doesn't let any of that faze him. He just comes across as an authentic, regular dude that happens to drive a race car for a living. He's his own man, and I really respect that.