Ever since I was a kid, I loved pro-wrestling. I remember my dad taking me to the CAP Center to see shows, and shaking the hand of Bret “the hitman” Hart. Then in college, watching wrestling became a rule…a chore…it was something that HAD to be done on Monday nights. We were diligent, involved, and made it a staple at the Venton. Since college, I admit, I stopped watching and a lot had to do with the fact that I wasn’t surrounded by the same group that was so into it. Every once in a while, I look at blogs or the WWF (sorry, the WWE) homepage to keep tabs on what is happening. Today, while surfing around, I stumbled across this. As much as I may have had an interest in switching back and forth from Monday Night Football to Raw, I can honestly say that this pretty much puts a nail in the coffin for me and wrestling. There is nothing I hate more in this world than the generic sound of Nickelback. I’d rather hear nails on a chalkboard for 24 straight hours than be subjected to one Nickelback song. Which is why I will never, eeeeeeeeeevr watch the intro to Raw, and for that matter, may never watch wrestling again. Besides,I had my wrestling high light at WCW Starcade when Sting fought Hulk Hogan. Why? I was ringside, and if you can find video of it (I searched youtube but they only have the first half of the match) you’ll see me screaming in the face of Hogan. It was quite the good time.
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