'Tis The Season.

Dear Saint Mick,

All I want for Christmas is that holiday jumper Goldust was wearing on the Smackdown special. Thanks.

GTFO.

Moments Like This.

Zoom to about 2.31 of this video (kindly provided by our friends in high places) and watch the glory.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SugS8SzxLCs

That's the way I like it.


A ha.

A ha.

Well Blow Me Smack-Down!

Well, this was going to be a rather weighty post concerning the nature of our twice weekly sports entertainment shows, but something tells me all that would be a little redundant in the face of the closing events of Monday Night Raw. If you've been sitting under a rock (nudgenudge winkwink) this is what happened....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLi3mHUVGNQ

(WARNING: THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU THIS WEEK)

...and now I can't sit still.

PS/ He's about to get all up in Cena's bid-ness.

Everything will resume as normal once I've calmed down a bit.

Don't Burn the House Down.

Okay kids, just popping off to Boston for a couple of days. There's something on in the TD Garden I would rather like to catch, though the name escapes me at the moment. Check in next week. Buddy love xx

SOUL SEARCHING

As I recently discovered, when brutally interrogated on a night out (read: quiet evening in), Rey Mysterio (Jnr) is my joint third favourite wrestler. He lives next to Mick Foley and his garden backs onto Number 2) Chris Jericho who persistently hits the fence of Number 1) The Undertaker, with sticks. Probably on the corner of Know Your Role Boulevard.

Possible reasons:

- Mysterio is small, bouncy and looks like a puppy when he takes his mask off.
- Mick Foley's face makes me happy.
- Undertaker is the ultimate almagamation of showman, badass and resilient immortal being.
- It's Chris 'effing' Jericho.

But, enough about me.