Hey, what can I say? I'm a guy, and we like wrasslin'. But I really have to admit to getting tired of it anymore. I don't even want to watch anything about the WWF, simply because of the McMahon's. Here's another extremely rich guy telling people that he's only putting on what people want to see, he's not really in it for the money. Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of his butt too. It's only a matter of time before he puts two extravagantly augmented women in a ring, buck naked, surrounded by guys waiting to to unspeakable things to the loser. Hey, why not -- it's what they all want to see, right? Let's watch a guy plummet to his death -- that's well worth the $39.95 pay-per-view fee, isn't it? After all, he knew what he was getting into.
So I watch the WCW -- or did. I'm getting tired of it too. I tell you, I'll be a happy man the day someone takes that silver guitar and makes Jeff Jarrett sit on it in the most uncomfortable of ways, if you know what I mean. Hey, I'd even be happy just to see someone win because he beat the other guy, not because some goofball comes up through the floor of the ring to drag the winner underneath. Tonight, for instance, Sting is in an ambulance match against yet another new bad guy -- in a surprise twist of events, he defeats his opponent, and is about to load him into the ambulance -- but Sting is apparently the only person on the planet who didn't expect his new mortal enemy (Vampiro) to be in the ambulance waiting to strike. Come on, that move was telegraphed so bad it wasn't even worth wasting the time to watch. I tell you, if I'd paid money to see that show tonight I'd be wanting it back. But of course, that won't happen, because I'm not stupid enough to waste my hard earned money on something that worthless.
I'd rather reruns of Gilligan's Island.