I will heed your advise.
I rate Stoner highly, but I wonder about his redeeming qualities. He loves riding fast, being married, and owning acreage where he can live privately and make babies with his wife. Besides the descendants of ex-British colonials, who can really appreciate the pioneer lifestyle?
Stoner is not extroverted. He's not dramatic. He isn't politically correct. He's not a celebrity tabloid star. He doesn't like fame or attention. He is completely undeserving, but he still wins. No justice in sports. Why not hate him?
The situation is interesting because MotoGP has another guy who lives in the woods and makes babies with his good-looking wife. He is the definition of politically incorrect. Everybody loves him. I think Ben Franklin cracked the continental European psyche many years ago--be a stereotype. Franklin went to salon parties in France in coonskin caps and frontier leathers. He pretended to know nothing about European politics. He was America's most successful diplomat. Colin Edwards is Texan to a fault. Hats, boots, and guns as often as possible. People support him. Casey needs to show up in a Crocodile Dundee outfit and tell stories about how he rides brumbies to Lightning Ridge where he mines opal during the offseason to keep his mortgage current.
Thanks for the inspiration Lex....
To the tune of "The Wild Colonial Boy"
There was a wild Colonial Boy,
Casey Stoner was his name,
Of poor but honest parents,
Not born near Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope
His mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love
The Wild Colonial Boy.
At the age of foureen years
He left his native home,
And to England's distant shores
A bike racer did roam.
They stuck him on a 125
In Aprillias employ,
And no other man on earth could catch
The Wild Colonial Boy
In 2007 this daring youth
Rode the Duke that year,
With a heart that knew no danger
No rivals did he fear.
He never threw his bike down
And robbed the champ of joy
Who, trembling cold, gave up his crown
To the Wild Colonial Boy
He bade the GOAT fair warning
And told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a humble man
Or one who acted square,
But a GOAT who'd robbed another
Of his only pride and joy
Surely he must be a target
For the Wild Colonial Boy
In 2011 he was riding
On his brand new shiny steed,
And HRC did love him
He rode it fast indeed.
Three aliens of great talent,
with them he liked to toy
They forged a plan to grab the crown
From The Wild Colonial Boy.
Surrender now the title,
For you see it's three to one;
Surrender it in DORNAS name,
You aren't the chosen one.
He hopped aboard his RCV
And waved at them with joy,
'I'll fight, and never surrender,' cried
The Wild Colonial Boy.
So here we are in 2012
Awaiting the first round,
Soon to return from exile,
These warriors tightly wound,
Their goal will be to beat the champ
And rob him of his joy,
But will they catch the one they call,
The Wild Colonial Boy.
