Leeeeetts get ready to suck Itttttt!"
Last saturday I had the opport
unity to cross off number 24 on my buried list: Attend a professional wrestling match. Many of you might not know this about me but when I was in fourth grade I had a large obsession with wrestling. I'll admit it is odd for a 10 year old girl to love Stone Cold Steve Austin more than BSB (short accronym for backstreet boys.) But everyone has their quirks right? Some people like comic books, some like pogs, beanie babies, or in my case wrestling. (to be honest, I love all those things.) I remember times growing up where I think for about six years I tried to convince my Dad that wrestling was real. Bless his heart he played along and broke the news to me gently when I was sixteen. Anyway you can imagine the excitment I felt when my friend Gabe got us tickets on the seventh row. I'm not sure what was better: The actual wrestling, or the people sitting around us. Let me just paint you a little picture of the people who attend wrestling matches. And mind you, it's not like there were a few people there...no, it was an arena full of Batista, John Cena, Triple H loving maniacs! To my immediate left was a 400 pound man spilling into my seat snapping pictures as fast as he could on his camera phone. To our right were two seven year old boys with full face paint and wrestling merch head to toe. They were the experts filling us in on all the cool new wrestlers, and explaining such moves as the "killswitch." In front of us was a hispanic family boosting their kids into the air screaming "FINNIIISSSSHHH HIMMMM!!" And behind us two rows back were two teenage girls with braces, scrunchie pony tails, Triple H t-shirts holding hand made signs on lined notebook paper professing their love for Generatation DX. Gabe and I imaged the pre-show conversation, "Stacy, make sure you bring paper and markers so we can make signs while we're there." Needless to say, these girls screamed at decibels only heard by dogs and small animals for every match-up. We agreed that this was the one place where the 
scent of overpriced beer and popcorn really complimented the action. Match after match we anxiously awaited the six man final match up consisting of Triple H, Shawn Michaels, John Ceena, Batista, Sheamus, and Randy Orton. It really was the experience of a lifetime and a 10 year old girls fantasy come true. By the end I realized that Shawn Michaels is old close up, they are making a killing off of wrestling merchandise, I would marry John Cena tomorrow, the girl fights are funny and just as entertaining, I would gladly use a months salary to purchase a legit title belt, and after watching Shawn Michaels have a small seizure I'm back to the belief that.....Wrestling is REAL dad!!!
unity to cross off number 24 on my buried list: Attend a professional wrestling match. Many of you might not know this about me but when I was in fourth grade I had a large obsession with wrestling. I'll admit it is odd for a 10 year old girl to love Stone Cold Steve Austin more than BSB (short accronym for backstreet boys.) But everyone has their quirks right? Some people like comic books, some like pogs, beanie babies, or in my case wrestling. (to be honest, I love all those things.) I remember times growing up where I think for about six years I tried to convince my Dad that wrestling was real. Bless his heart he played along and broke the news to me gently when I was sixteen. Anyway you can imagine the excitment I felt when my friend Gabe got us tickets on the seventh row. I'm not sure what was better: The actual wrestling, or the people sitting around us. Let me just paint you a little picture of the people who attend wrestling matches. And mind you, it's not like there were a few people there...no, it was an arena full of Batista, John Cena, Triple H loving maniacs! To my immediate left was a 400 pound man spilling into my seat snapping pictures as fast as he could on his camera phone. To our right were two seven year old boys with full face paint and wrestling merch head to toe. They were the experts filling us in on all the cool new wrestlers, and explaining such moves as the "killswitch." In front of us was a hispanic family boosting their kids into the air screaming "FINNIIISSSSHHH HIMMMM!!" And behind us two rows back were two teenage girls with braces, scrunchie pony tails, Triple H t-shirts holding hand made signs on lined notebook paper professing their love for Generatation DX. Gabe and I imaged the pre-show conversation, "Stacy, make sure you bring paper and markers so we can make signs while we're there." Needless to say, these girls screamed at decibels only heard by dogs and small animals for every match-up. We agreed that this was the one place where the 
scent of overpriced beer and popcorn really complimented the action. Match after match we anxiously awaited the six man final match up consisting of Triple H, Shawn Michaels, John Ceena, Batista, Sheamus, and Randy Orton. It really was the experience of a lifetime and a 10 year old girls fantasy come true. By the end I realized that Shawn Michaels is old close up, they are making a killing off of wrestling merchandise, I would marry John Cena tomorrow, the girl fights are funny and just as entertaining, I would gladly use a months salary to purchase a legit title belt, and after watching Shawn Michaels have a small seizure I'm back to the belief that.....Wrestling is REAL dad!!!
posted by Crush at
5:09 PM
2 Comments:
None of these boys could hold a candle to the tag-team likes of Lex Luthor and the British Bull Dog!
Okay, Jess I had this same obsession, thanks to my brother, who on Monday nights would turn on WWE and was it NWO? I can't remember. Anyways... totally loved Stone Cold and Goldberg because they kinda looked the same to me. So this is SO awesome.
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