MOAR SNOW!

With Northern Virginia getting estimates of 18-30 inches of snow through this upcoming weekend, I figure now is as good a time as any to pick things back up.Yes, I promised to get back to what all three of you love me most for - bitchy wrestling columns. But this weekend, now that I have a ton of free time on my hands, something is coming... I promise.

Just a Moment...

So here we are, just a few moments from a whole new round of Monday Night Wars, and I would be lying if I said I was not giddy. Immortals Bret Hart and Hulk Hogan are locks to make appearances for their feuding shows, but now even other prominent figures like Randy Savage and Rob Van Dam are being churned out by the rumor mill. Now granted, TNA has nowhere near the resources the WWE has, meaning that it is highly unlikely that TNA even gets close in the ratings tonight, but really, the competition itself is what makes tonight so exciting.

That WCW-WWF rivalry, aka the original Monday Night Wars, gave us such a magnificent era - the Attitude Era - that we still fondly remember to this day. Sadly though, that era and the moments that came of it are something we wrestling fans have gotten used to living without for the better part of the last decade. Yes, we probably have had five-star matches since then. Hell, we have had even had great young stars like Randy Orton emerge post-Attitude Era. But the thing we have been missing are those moments like we had in the 90's and early 00's.

In the last handful of years, we have no moments like 'The Stunner', 'The Leg Drop', 'The Beer Truck', or even just 'TLC' - simple phrases that bring back so many flashbacks. The closest of this current era may, in my opinion, be 'The Cash-In', when Edge stole the heavyweight title from John Cena when nobody expected it. Even then though, that doesn't hold a candle to any of the spectacles above, not to mention that from my perspective, Mr. Kennedy was supposed to be in Edge's place... *mumbling profanities*. However, I expect that to soon change... the moments that is - not Mr. Kennedy. (I'm now done with my quota of one Mr. Kennedy reference per article.)

You probably don't remember, but back in May I wrote the article 'A Man Defines His Surroundings... or Do Surroundings Define the Man?'. In the article I got into what has motivated such geniuses (in their own respective fields) like Eminem, Michael Jordan, and even S.T.U.P.I.D. (aka Vince McMahon) throughout their careers. In every person's case, there was always somebody in their rear view mirror, literally or figuratively, that couldn't wait to "catch up" to them. Yet every time said geniuses' rival - be it poverty or a person - faded away - to a degree so did the person's motivation.

Enter TNA.

S.T.U.P.I.D. has been fat and happy for the better part of the last decade. You all have seen that the product that has been put out there in the ring has been sub par PG-bullshit at best. But as soon as TNA signed Hogan months ago, have you finally not seen the good ol' S.T.U.P.I.D. that we've come to know? He really has pulled out ALL his arsenal in an attempt to one-up TNA, namely, signing Bret Hart. But you know what? I would have no issue if the WWE squashed TNA like a bug. That would be perfectly fine by me.

The one thing, however, that I do hope comes of this, is that we get some... you guessed it... moments. The sickie inside me wants to see Jeff Hardy go to TNA and take all those young fans with him. The sickie in me wants to see TNA go even further and assemble as nostalgic a wrestling roster as you can assemble, just for the sake of maybe reuniting some of the old stables, and better yet, reigniting some of the old rivalries. But ultimately, the sickie inside me wants to see Bret Hart go on live TV tonight and completely destroy S.T.U.P.I.D. on the mic as soon as he gets the chance. Sort of in a 'shot-heard-'round-the-world' way, and then go on to sign with TNA. But really, I just want some damn entertaining programming... kayfabe or not.

Oh and did I yet mention that I want moments?

Merry Christmas...

Merry Christmas everybody... to those of you overly-PC people who say "Happy Holidays", go fuck yourselves.

My Thoughts on Sheamus Winning the Strap...

Three words:

What. The. Fuck?

or even...

I. Miss. Cena?

or of course...

Hunter. Hearst. Helmsley.

but mostly...

It's. Over. Johnny.

It's All Tiger Woods...

First off, let me just preface this by saying the man should be able to bang anything that moves. He worked his ass off to become the billionaire athlete he now is, even sacrificing a normal childhood so that he could have a successful career in the game of golf. Financially, his family is set for the next hundred generations, and that is all because of him. So to say that his wife deserves half his assets is ludicrous. With or without her, Tiger would have been just as big, just as successful, and just as wealthy... so why the hell does she deserve a penny outside of child care? Just because she bore his kids? Just because Tiger got married to her? If she was just his girlfriend and not his wife, why does she not get a penny as the former, but apparently deserves to get money now as the latter?

Now, I am not excusing what Tiger did. Adultery is wrong, clearly, and he wasn't ready to commit to a meaningful relationship. However, his wife's actions shows that she isn't exactly little Ms. Perfect either.

First off, her mental stability is something that needs to be questioned, because judging from the evidence of that initial car crash that got this story rolling, she was beating, or at least trying to beat, the bloody hell out of Tiger with a golf club after already scratching up his face. Now I'm no lawyer, but if a man does so much as lay one finger on a woman in a domestic argument, his ass is heading to the clanker. Yet if a woman assaults her husband with a deadly weapon, she's somehow allowed to get away with it? Why is nobody talking about this?

Another issue I have with Elin Woods is that allegedly she is accepting money to remain by Tiger's side. Does that not make her any less a whore than the women Tiger hooked up with? On top of that she hired infamous divorce attorney Sorrell Trope, a lawyer known to break even the most apparently iron-clad prenups, and wants to file for divorce in California - essentially a 50/50 divorce state - rather than in their home state of Florida. Are these acts all of a woman who is even willing to give her marriage another shot, or of a vindictive bitch who just wants her money?

Maybe it's just the misogynist in me pointing these out, but there are faults on both ends here. I'm merely presenting them to you - not just to play the devil's advocate - but because, really, nobody is talking about these things that seem so obvious. It's just that I get so frustrated when I see a man taken to the cleaners when he makes a mistake, but if the woman makes a mistake, or does something that is clearly wrong, the media doesn't bat an eye.

In summary though, don't get married. No really... it's not worth it.

So What's Happening?

So there has been a lot going on since the last time I posted. Final exams took up much of my attention and energy since then, resulting in a lack of, well, any creative content on this site. For the sake of brevity, let's just dive right into the headlines and tackle them one by one in the coming days...

Eddie Fatu Dead at 36...

RIP Eddie Fatu, aka Umaga. My thoughts go out to both his friends and family.

Something is Better than Nothing...

People say that bad publicity is better than no publicity at all. Does the same adage ring true with blogs? Is bad content better than no content? It's actually an interesting topic that I'd love to waste spend time covering some other time, but not now.

You see, I'm in a very posting mood today, but not of the kind that requires much effort from me. So with that being said this is going to be of roughly the same quality that any random student's last-minute paper would be. If you're standing, there is no need to sit down as you read this, because I'm not blowing anybody's skirt up today.

Boy I know how to sell my work. Moving on...

The following are ideas I'm noodling at the moment for upcoming posts:

• 'The Concept of a Bankroll'
• Recent cash game experience
  
• 'Becoming too Efficient at Work'
• The upcoming holidays and what my plans are
  
• How a video game changed my life
• Sports gambling with a Seinfeld twist
• Some rant or the other about wrestling (to be fair, you knew these were coming)
  

Yea, like I told you, there wouldn't be much to today's post. I really can't imagine how to close out this post so...

That is all.

Over as Quickly as it Came...

So Thanksgiving weekend has already come to an end. The long weekend really blew by for me, as I was constantly doing... oh wait... nothing. Good times.

Thanksgiving night itself went really well, as I happily enjoyed my first ever real T-day turkey. My family ordered an 11-pound bird from Boston Market, and we also got a casserole of what might have been the greatest sweet potatoes I have ever had. The dinner itself went along okay, as my brother - who has become maybe the most annoying, hard-headed person I have ever come across - kept his inner-asshole in check.

The Friday and Saturday after the big day weren't especially eventful, as I hung out with some friends here and there. I certainly didn't go shopping on Black Friday... that mania that surrounds that day just fucking frustrates me. Plus, if I had to list everything that I hated, Black Friday encompasses some of the higher items on the list; that being crazy women, shopping, and big crowds. No thank you.

Oh, I also forgot to mention the part where I definitely didn't choose to go to my high school's five-year reunion. I remember high school, like most people do, as this really awkward time where I had some friends, but really didn't like most people at all. Plus, going to the reunion would've meant that I would have had to dress up, drive to DC, park in DC, and surround myself with far too many drunk and preppy douches. Again, no thanks. Maybe in another five years... maybe.

Coke or Pepsi?

Coca-Cola has, as long as I can remember, been my soft drink of choice. I always was fervently a Coke guy through and through, even going as far as besmirching the name of Pepsi whenever the opportunity arose. My hate for Pepsi was that strong... or at least it used to be.

In the last few months now, Pepsi has slowly been giving Coke a run for its money. And just this past weekend, it happened. I'm a Pepsi man now. Why, you must be wondering, did I make the switch? I really have no reason for it. The only logical answer I can offer up is that the Pepsi machine in my place of work is merely 20 steps away from my cubicle, while the Coke machine sits all the way on the other side of the building. Can I truly be so lazy that I would be willing to switch my allegiance from one brand to another merely for the sake of said level of convenience? An extra 300 step traverse I would need to take to reach another product is all it takes to sway me and my morals?

Answer: yes.