At one point in my life, I thought James Stewart would have did what Willy T. Ribbs never,ever did with winning the Indianapolis 500. If we kept living in the helping Krusty the Klown winning the Super Bowl Moment, the white hot Hollywood Spotlight helps and hinders as people live vicariously through people fortunes and misfortunes.
This is not a poetry show. It is the unrealiziation of James Stewart. Instead of being Antron Brown or Daniel Suarez, he is closer to Ozzie Guillen instead of Frank Robinson. He's hurt himself too many times to count, hurt other people, hurt himself and other people at the same time and denied the chances of great Supercross.
What great Supercross champions would do is turn Thousands of Thousands of Laps in November for Las Vegas Glories. Unfortunately, that is not James Stewart's case.
Supercross is not as versitile as it's Summer Road Course Counterpart and there are times that having an active star would benefit. I think that it is tough to take that with the 10th of that Supercross at the Citrus Bowl where he passed Ricky Carmichael that James Stewart, instead of being Ricky Carmichael and Jeremy McGrath, whittled what goodwill into a disharmony of being antisocial and no focus.
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