The NBA’s Stephon Marbury and NFL’s Plaxico Burress are a couple of new additions to the deaf and dumb pro diva dining buffet. Veterans of the diva club, Ocho Cinco and Terrell Owens, are still fat from too much sweets.

They’re all punks.

Yet finally, there are signs of their own turning on their own. Pro on pro.

ESPN’s John Saunders sailed one between the eyes of Marbury about his idiotic self benching while collecting the big booty. Saunders screamed, “while people are being laid off, he’s making $22 million a year to pout.”

Former Pro Baller Michael Strahan took off the clove for Burress saying, “he’s making us look stupid.” And I agree with Strahan, the sick dude needs sick help.

For me, this latest round of Idiocy On An Island, should be a lesson for our motorsports stars and how they approach the 2009 season (see my October story on Jamie McMurray).

This country is continuing to get her behind handed to her from the frontlines and her soldiers are hurting. Hurting more than they ever have.

Any Wall Street prognosticating two shoe trying to tell you, me, when this war within our borders is going to finally flame out should eat some of that diva buffet. Go straight to the low fat truth serum.

This is why we need our stock car, open wheel, drag racing, two wheel, boaters, tractor pullers, air and off road stars to push away from the buffet and come stand in the soup lines with the rest of us.

Any hint of a Burress, Owens, Cinco, Marbury, Bonds, Vick or Clemens’ attitude, I hope you throw them to the wolves.

I will. And it won’t stop there.

Team owners? I’ll watch them too. Motorsports series? If I get a hint some overcooked hype and a deaf ear to the paying fan, I will go after them as well.

We need stress relief in stressful times and motorsports is a major part of the intravenous happy drip. Good to the last drop of the checkered flag.

You’ve got tracks like Texas Motor Speedway and So Cal’s Irwindale Speedway who’ve offered deep discounts. Hell, Lucas Oil makes it affordable at a number of the tracks and series they are involved in.

All these cats stepped up for relief as we enter the bottom of the 9th.

It’s is a different time for us Freak Nation. Pain is part and parcel of our days. Sucks, large.

However, I have faith that when the first four cycle kicks in Anaheim Stadium on January 3rd or Daytona’s scream of Sprint Cup horses rings the two-miler in February, it will be a pain reliever to a lot of us.

We’ve got a long way to go, a long way. But, I have no doubt, we’ve got the greatest group, the greatest collection of MF’ers in the world to safely install some stout ass mortar within the bricks of our rebuilding.

Part of that rebuild is the relief we get from each vroom, each tire screech and every inhalation of octane over 100.

That’s my buffet.

That’s what I Freakin’ think. Shoot me an
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