So I got the report the other day that Jason Lawrence was racing a hare scramble in Jersey and totally murdering everyone. Obviously I was psyched on the news and had to tweet it to the world. What I got back was pretty fucking appalling to say the least. A bombardment of joes coming in with “Who’s J-law?” and various drug reference comments. Are you people fucking kidding me? This is Jason Lawrence, the kid who partied all night before the Daytona Supercross and then led almost the whole race. A fucking legend. Would he have won if he had not been out all night? Perhaps, but that is beside the point entirely. J-law was one of the last of a dying breed: the guys who seriously could not give a fuck what you thought about them; he is a dude who would rather headbutt a studded tire than behave in a manner that was “safer” or “more consumer friendly”. Go ahead and not like him, that is totally fine, but to ignore what he did in the game is basically the same thing as beating up black people for trying to use your drinking fountain. I’ll bet you all try to ignore Martin Luther King because he died. Yeah, real nice. Commies.
Jason Lawrence is the guy who bit some other BRO’s ear off, and people still rooted for him. He said “Fuck” on the mic while on the podium, and people still rooted for him. He went to jail and became a skinhead, and people still rooted for him. Then he quit the pro game, and people wanted him back. So they could root for him. You can call him stupid, but the dude left his mark on this sport with only one championship. We did not like J-law because he did all that dumb shit – we liked him because he did all that dumb shit and could still ride better than almost everyone in the world. Sure, you can disagree with how he carried himself, but if you seriously don’t respect his ability to ride and his downright heroic ability to keep it real, then get fucked. You are one or both of two things: Some old guy whose family is just waiting for him to die, or a little bitch who washes his hands way too often. Either way, take a page out of J-law’s book and get out. He’s not coming back, but it does not matter. Game changer.