Caleb shook his head. “I’m not an actor.”
“So what I’m saying, son, is be patient. Hopefully things will change and soon.”
“I think we can make changes now and push the envelope,” said Joan.
“No, I’m sorry.” Earl raised his hands from the desk and gestured by raising his palms to stop Joan from further speaking. “Youngblood Racing will not be the one pushing the envelope. We are not a large corporation. We can’t take the risk. And I’m still leery of exposing Caleb to all the hate out there.”
“There’s been a lot of acceptance of Caleb,” said Joan.
Earl cocked his head towards Joan. “But lack of new sponsorships knocking down our door means that advertisers are scared. We’re basically holding on to who we still have right now because we’ve had them for so long. The advertisers have looked at the market for NASCAR and at this moment, it means status quo. Get a Jeff Gordon or Junior to race. But make sure they’re straight with wife and kids. That’s the conventional wisdom, son.”