Esham Aluzé
I spend the majority of my days purposely ignoring the world of NASCAR; but then I pass a guy wearing a bedazzled, Tide promoting, Jeff Gordon jacket and it hits me like…like a race care slamming into a concrete wall. What hits me you ask; my disgust with that non-sport.
In this era of stringent fiscal responsibility, NASCAR seems like the most wasteful activity in existence. A barrel of gas costs upwards of $72 and the strain at the pump is felt in every wallet across the country. We are trying to diminish our dependence on foreign oil while trying to maintain a surplus. So why does NASCAR exist? It is nothing but a monumental waste of gas. This has nothing to do with my disdain for the sport; this has to do with my heightened sense of fiscal responsibility, my attempt to salvage ourselves from this energy crisis. NASCAR is frivolously wasting oil, the one thing we cannot afford to waste. This is like professional hunters competing for Bald Eagle kills. This is like loggers destroying rain forests so some ungrateful trust-fund baby can erect a privacy fence. Oil is now endangered, and NASCAR is nothing but a race. Not even to the finish, either, but a race to see who can burn the most gas.
Excuse me while I get down from this soapbox.
Allow myself to introduce myself, I am Esham and this is The Method’s sports column.
I have no deeply held sports team allegiances. When I was young we moved around a lot, so I never had the opportunity to create a lasting bond with a sports franchise. New Englanders love the Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins, and Celtics because they’ve been inundated with those teams throughout their formative years. That was not the case for me. So instead of following specific teams I fell in love with players and followed their respective teams.
A majority of “real men” seem to scoff at my fan-freelancing. You know the type – the tough, wing-eating, beer-drinking, Ed Hardy t-shirt-wearing, Fred Durst-loving men. Eh, so what. I do me and you do you.
Right now, I like the Patriots. I love Brady, Belichick, even Robert Kraft. In basketball I root for point guards, so it’s Nash, Rubio, or Rose. I like Ginobli, but hate the Spurs. In hockey, well, I don’t actually watch enough hockey to know what’s going on, but just for kicks I root for the Red Wings. Why the Red Wings? Because Red Bull is the official The Method drink, and it gives you wings, and those wings are probably red, ergo Detroit Red Wings.
To close my opening salvo I would like to relay some of my deeply held beliefs: I want Michael Vick to be good again. I think killing a human being precludes you from playing professional sports, i.e. Leonard Little and newly minted murderer Donte Stallworth. I think Pacman Jones should be sent to Guantanamo Bay. I think the WNBA is the longest-running practical joke in the history of pranks. I love boxing, but it’s dying and MMA is digging its grave. Speaking of MMA, don’t think you’re an ultimate fighter just because you decided to pony up fifty bucks for a TapOut shirt; because you’re not. I think I can fix the MLS, but we’ll talk about this later. I love the NFL, but hate fantasy football. College athletes should be paid, and if you disagree you’re prejudiced, but we’ll talk about this later. I think Andy Dick and Kathy Griffin are the same person, although this may not be sports-related –I think. Finally, I am generally the smartest person in most empty rooms.