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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

And That's The Bottom Line, 'Cause Tony Stewart Said So


Though I am not a fan of NASCAR, I've always been a fan of Tony Stewart. He's the enfant terrible of the stock car set (he even still has his baby fat!), like auto racing's answer to Mark Cuban. Plus he kinda looks like Vince Vaughn.

The point is that Tony is constantly calling people out on their bullshit, no matter how much he looks like an ass for doing it. This is probably why he has his own show on satellite radio, where he recently vented on surreptitious late-race caution flags:

"It's like playing God," he said on his Sirius Satellite Radio program. "They can almost dictate the race instead of the drivers doing it. It's happened too many times this year."

"I guess NASCAR thinks, 'Hey, wrestling worked, and it was for the most part staged, so I guess it's going to work in racing, too,'" he said. "I can't understand how long the fans are going to let NASCAR treat them like they're stupid before the fans finally turn on NASCAR."

First of all, nobody's going to turn on NASCAR. They already have millions of people convinced that souped-up family sedans driving in circles for a few hundred miles is highly compelling. I don't think they're gonna care that they are now getting big crashes and close finishes.

Second of all, Stewart's comments are oddly insightful. NASCAR's business model isn't too far removed from wrestling in the sense that they polarize public opinion between their large, loyal fanbase and their equally large legion of detractors, which only inspires the fans to rally around the colors with even greater devotion.

All of which gets me to thinking: exactly what type of pro wrestlers would NASCAR drivers be?

Well, at the Baker Bowl, our policy is, "Insinuate and you shall receive an answer you never really requested."

Tony Stewart is like...



Rowdy Roddy Piper: a misanthropic blowhard constantly getting on people's nerves; supposed to be a bad guy but is a fan favorite due to his colorful personality; both of Anglo-European extraction.

Jeff Gordon is like...



John Cena: all-around good guy with meteoric rise to fame and success; constantly pushed as the public face of his organization; universally hated by a majority of fans for being a bland, weak-ass poser.

Mark Martin is like...


The Undertaker: immensely popular holdover from the old school; doesn't know he's severely dated but can't quit the game; facial features that have withered with the passage of time.

Dale Earnhardt, Jr. is like...


"Stone Cold" Steve Austin: colossal badass with ex post facto street cred; fundamentally associated with alcoholic beverages.

Actually, Dale Jr. might be a lot more The Rock if you consider his awkward attempts at mainstream stylishness and cross-cultural appeal.

Keep on trying to diversify that fanbase, NASCAR!

Smackdown! Stewart Wrasslin' With NASCAR Way [ESPN]

Saturday, March 31, 2007

April 'Mania > March Madness

We're in for one of the better sports weekends in recent memory--the Final Four, MLB's Opening Day, Mavs-Suns on Sunday, the NHL playoffs shakeout.

But all of this is nothing compared to the true capstone of the weekend, an annual sporting event that rivals the pageantry of the Olympics, the high stakes of the Super Bowl, and the tedium of the World Series of Poker: WrestleMania.

On this Sunday night, the 23rd incarnation of the WWE's glamor event will take place at Ford Field, the home of the Detroit Lions, thus continuing the venue's streak of hosting sporting events with predetermined outcomes.

This year's big main event is the so-called "Battle of the Billionaires" between the handpicked "representatives" of Vince McMahon and Donald Trump. It is also stipulated as a "hair vs. hair" match, as the benefactor of the losing wrestling will have his head shaved. This all started with a bizarre series of sketches on WWE television that spoofed The Donald's feud with Rosie O'Donnell, which led to Trump's classy decision to "challenge" McMahon. On top of all this madness is the return of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin as guest referee, which means he will preside over the match objectively and not factor into the outcome at all.

This match encapsulates everything that is so wrong and so right about WrestleMania, an almost grotesque allure that is like rubbernecking at a really bad car accident. And for the record, we're supposed to be rooting against McMahon. Yeah, right.

A quick tidbit: as part of the festivities, the Wild Samoans are being inducted into the WWE's Hall of Fame, joining the ranks of Hulk Hogan, Bret Hart, and Pete Rose (really). Nowadays, the Samoans run a wrestling school out of Allentown, PA, where I went to more than one birthday party as a youngster. I'll never forget how excited I was to meet them and bounce wildly around the ring, trying to outmuscle similarly puny 9-year-olds. The Samoans are truly nice people--congrats, guys!