So, if you don't know this about me, I enjoy the pagentry that is professional wrestling. I have been watching since I was a kid, and for awhile, I actually wrote a column online expressing my thoughts and opinions on the sport. Part of the purpose of this blog was to resharpen my skills to perhaps enter that arena again, so we'll see.
Less than 48 hours ago, the WWE presented WrestleMania 21, the biggest pay-per-view event they put on each year. There was a time when there were only five each year: The Royal Rumble (January), WrestleMania (March), King Of The Ring (June), Summerslam (August), and Survivor Series (November). But alas, the almighty dollar convinced president Vince McMahon that one each month was what the people wanted, and thus now we have more than twice that many each calendar year.
Anyway, myself, the wife, and a few others gathered at the home of some friends to witness this year's spectacle this past Sunday night in the hopes that the wild and the wooly would be out to treat the Staples Center in Los Angeles to an experience it would not soon forget.
It came up short of the mark.
Sure, there were some memorable moments (Hogan, both titles changing, and that's about it), but overall, this year's big dog came up still in the house. For a normal PPV event, it wasn't bad, but THIS IS WRESTLEMANIA. This is where storylines begin and end. This is where surprise guests show up and shake things. This is where evil goes good and vice versa. For the most part, that did not happen.
And Sting still hasn't shown up.
Coming later this week, two (count 'em... TWO) movie reviews. We'll see if I can still do that too.
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