Sometimes I wonder if I’ve outgrown all this wrestling stuff.
That’s kind of how I felt last night watching Wrestlemania XXIX. I spent all week blogging about my excitement for the event. I ordered a hundred chicken wings and invited all my friends to the house. I drank unhealthy amounts of Cheerwine out of the giant Hulk Hogan mug I found at a flea market a few months ago.
All the elements were there for an epic night. Then the show started. Continue reading
