When McKenzie and I began dating, it was already apparent that I was a NASCAR fan. We'd worked together for eight months before we became a couple.
When we became "official," that's when the switch flipped, and she became a full-on NASCAR fan.
She was wondering which driver to pull for, and the original consensus was Chase Elliott. When we went to our first race together, however, she found a new favorite. It was Kyle Busch.
Earlier that night (the Bristol night race), Kyle was her least favorite. You see, there was a lady a couple rows in front of us, and for about 150 of the 500 laps, she was giving the finger to Kyle every time he drove by.
Based on my church background, I preach "no hate" toward anyone and everyone, including NASCAR drivers. However, that didn't sink in with McKenzie, as it became, "BOO, KYLE!" for the first half of that race.
I did my best to tell her that it's not good to dislike anyone, and then I talked Kyle up for all of his accomplishments on the track. I told her how nice of a person he is when you get to talk with him.
(Truthfully, everyone's a nice person when you catch them at the right time, and I even had a die-hard Joey Logano fan tell me that Kyle's the nicest person in the world at his meet-and-greets.)
Based off of those things, her opinion of Kyle turned around, and she began rooting for him to win the race.
And, as Kyle and Bristol go well together, he certainly won! McKenzie was cheering, and from that night forward, Kyle has been her favorite.