Last week I attended what is likely my last WWE Wrestlemania and it was probably the perfect Wrestlemania to go out on. It was the biggest Wrestlemania ever taking place at the Cowboys stadium with the biggest paid crowd in pro-wrestling history. 90k plus (don’t believe WWE’s fake number) was just an insane amount of people and I am so glad I was apart of it. That being said, it couldn’t live up to the hype of what had come before. Continue reading “The Worst Wrestlemania (That I’ve Been To)”
I try to use this blog to keep people updated of what I’ve been doing writing-wise and to write here whenever I don’t have an outlet for the things I do want to write. Since I haven’t updated this blog since March when I wrote about Ring of Honor in Milwaukee, some people might think that I haven’t been writing much. That’s not the case as I have actually been quite busy over the past few months writing sports betting articles.
For the past two months (and probably for a long time going forward) I have been writing sports betting tips every Tuesday and Thursday at SportsBettingTips.Org. I haven’t really been keeping close track of my record, but I’ve had some pretty good days and very few bad ones. If I had to guess I am probably close to a .500 record on the year and probably a couple of games over. It’s fun to write and really easy for me to write because of how much sports I follow as it is. This is a site a friend of mine runs so he hired me on. His golf tips on Wednesday are pretty spot-on and he’s delivered some monster winning bets. I didn’t place them myself, but I read about how he did and got really jealous about it. Continue reading “Gambling on baseball, wrestling and more”
I made my debut writing for Milwaukee Record last week writing a preview for the Ring of Honor show at Turner Hall. I got a few good jokes in and I got to gush over Samoa Joe so I would call it a success.
As for the show itself it was… alright. There’s indie wrestling that I like and legitimately think is better than the “WWE sytle” and there are things that I think aren’t. (Although this style line is constantly being blurred with NXT doing a hybrid NWA/ROH type of thing.) This show had more of what I don’t than what I do. I sound like Jim Ross when I say this, but the Japan inspired “fighting spirit” stuff that just turns into nobody selling anything is not for me. It just doesn’t feel earned like it does in an All-Japan match. It just feels like guys taking turns doing moves. I don’t know, it’s just not for me.
Also, driving me nuts (and this makes me feel like the oldest man in the world) is people not blocking punches. Dudes are just letting themselves get jacked in the face like eight times in a row. Early in the match too! It’s ridiculous because you can clearly tell so many of those guys watch UFC and study Jiu-Jitsu, but somehow they don’t think that you should block punches? Punches fucking hurt. Punches can bruise your face and knock you out. A couple jabs is one thing, eight or nine is ridiculous. All I ask of this fake sport is that they make it seem real.
Other observations from ROH in Milwaukee:
- Beer City Bruiser is the worst. Seriously, what is he even doing here?
- I have always found Roderick Strong boring and it really feels like he’s trying to put in more effort to bring more personality to his matches, but it still just isn’t working for me.
- The show could’ve really used Matt Sydal. He was hurt and forced to miss the show, but you could feel his presence missing. There was no real flying match and the show suffered from it. It all started to feel the same after awhile.
- This show could’ve used some women on it. Does ROH even still do women’s matches? Because they should.
- We were sitting about five rows back and when Silas Young came out I stood up and was immediately pegged in the back of the head with a streamer. This was pretty funny, not just because I got smoked in the head, but because of just how bad the throw was. There is no way it would’ve made it to the ring. Are streamers really that hard to throw?
Overall, I was happy I went. I decided to go to this show because I wanted to see Samoa Joe vs. ACH and it delivered. Despite being my favorite for many years, this was the first time I’d ever seen Joe live and it was pretty awesome. You could just tell that Joe’s experience was so far ahead of everyone else here and he was able to craft the best match of the night by far. In my preview I said that he wanted to prove himself as one of the best in the world and I think he accomplished that.
The real star was ACH who revealed himself to be my favorite independent wrestler on the scene right now. Who knew? Maybe it’s because one time he danced with my girlfriend at a Chikara after-party or maybe it’s because he’s just really, really awesome. I don’t know, but apparently he is my favorite wrestler and I really wanted him to beat Joe here.
People are so dumb. Anyone who does anything remotely controversial is a thug. Athletes are only here for our entertainment and should be personality robots. Carlos Gomez is the thuggiest thug who ever thugged.
Let’s tackle this whole “thug” thing right off the bat. What is a thug? Dictionary.com defines thug as “a cruel or vicious ruffian, robber, or murderer.” As far as I know he hasn’t killed anyone (that was Braun, right?), nobody says ruffian anymore and the only thing Carlos Gomez steals is bases (yeah buddy, HIGH FIVE), so I think that this definition is out the window.
Miller Park Drunk is back, kids.
I actually wrote about my trip 12 days ago, but forgot to post it here. It’s all been a haze since I got back.
I flew home from New Orleans on Tuesday. A day after Raw, two days after Wrestlemania and a million years from WWE Battleground, and the buzz has not stopped. I have not come down. I am still feeling the ultimate high of Wrestlemania XXX. I wish I could do it all over. I wish I could go back in time and spend hundreds more dollars to sit a few rows closer. To be a bigger part of it, so I could feel even more of what I already do. Wrestlemania XXX is a drug that I wish I could do every day for the rest of my life.
But it’s not a drug I can do every day or even one more time. It was one day, a little over four hours of one day, that is gone and will always be gone. Sure, I can watch it again on the WWE Network and buy the DVD and everything else, but it’ll never be like it was that day. It will remind me of that moment, but I’ll never live that moment again. It was truly epic. Wrestling is the best.
My road to Wrestlemania started way back when New Orleans was announced as the host city. I distinctly remember being at a friend’s house for Wrestlemania XXIX and saying that I wouldn’t be at their house next year because I would be in New Orleans. I was right, but before that there was many conversations between myself and my girlfriend and myself and my friends that went like this:
Are you going? Should we go?
Well, I want to go.
Me too. Okay, let’s go.
I’m not sure.
Yeah me neither.
Classic procrastination and worries about money. That was it, but by August we had made the decision. We were going. I booked a hotel room. Two months later I bought flights which was basically the soonest Southwest would let me buy a flight for April. We waited and waited until the Wrestlemania pre-sale and then we bought tickets the morning they went on sale so we could sit together, all seven of us. My girlfriend and I saved thousands of dollars to make this the trip of a lifetime. We feared the worst when Batista won the Rumble, but we tried to stay positive. We tried to believe that when the day finally came that this would be one of the great all-time Wrestlemanias. And you know what?
Everything we dreamed would happen came true and something we never imagined possible happened too. Despite hyping up this event and this trip to be one of the greatest of our lives, somehow it all lived up to the hype. Somehow it became everything we dreamed of and more. It was the greatest vacation of my life, it was the best live event I’ve ever seen by a mile and I don’t know how I ever stopped loving wrestling this much. I think wrestling when done right is the best form of entertainment in the world and Wrestlemania XXX proved that many times over.
What made it the best to me was being able to sit there, turn my brain off and enjoy the show. I wasn’t worried about CM Punk returns and screwjobs and everything else. I was worried about the action in the ring. I was worried about Daniel Bryan getting off that stretcher and getting back in the match. There were multiple times during this show that I jumped up and down in excitement. That I bit so hard on a near fall that my heart nearly broke. When the Undertaker lost I didn’t get out of my seat for ten minutes as I was in such shock at what I just saw. (While idiots behind me furiously got on their cell phones to check PWInsider and find out if it was a shoot or whatever.) It was fun. I lost my voice. It was wrestling how it was meant to be enjoyed and I honestly can’t tell you enough how much more fun it is to watch that way. Wrestlemania XXX was my favorite because it was a great show, but also because I allowed it to take me to that place.
I’m kind of all over the place right now because there are a lot of emotions I am trying to express, but allow me to just say this: If you love wrestling, if wrestling is something that you call yourself a fan of or if wrestling is something that you enjoy, then go to aWrestlemania. It is everything that they say it is and more. It is a spectacle, it a showcase of the immortals, it is the granddaddy of them all and most of all it is the absolute best event in the world. I go to events all the time – house shows, Raw, Smackdown, Chikara, NBA games, MLB games, NHL games, concerts, everything – nothing is like Wrestlemania. Nothing is as good as Wrestlemania. If you love this stuff, if you care about it, then just do yourself a favor and go.
It really is magic.
I seriously wish it was still Wrestlemania today. It was the best trip of my life and the best anything I’ve ever been to. I love it so much.
Like let’s say it’s the eighth inning and the Brewers are down with Gomez at the plate. Hank appears on the big screen, everyone instantly cheers and goes crazy, but then he starts talking! A TALKING DOG! LOL! And he’s like “Hey Gomez, get a hit buddy. Let’s “ruff” these guys up!” Gomez will have to take a timeout in the batters box just to laugh and smile and high five some fans, but then he’ll hit a 3-run homer with no one on base and we’ll all party in the streets like Mardi Gras. They could do this in EVERY GAME. It would be awesome.
It’s taken me awhile to get back into the Brewers which sucks because blogging at MPD is pretty fun. My problem, I guess, can be summed up like this:
The Brewers have made multiple moves, Braun is back and they might be good, but the only thing I have really paid attention to is a homeless dog.
Paul London is a professional wrestler who was my absolute favorite back in the day. He was signed by the WWE at 22 and then ended up leaving. He’s been bouncing in and out of the indies ever since, but lately he has been back and doing some great work. He’s also, apparently, been working on this project where he is transported to another planet to fight an evil wizard as part of an ancient prophecy. I wrote about it at Ole.
There is a lot going on in the wrestling world right now – Chikara is back, WWE Network, Wrestlemania season, an indies renaissance, Cesaro taking over the world and releasing the greatest shirt in professional wrestling history – but few things have been as exciting and original as PAUL LONDON: HERO OF THE PROPHECY.
It’s my favorite kind of ridiculous and I can’t wait.
I wrote more about Daniel Bryan and WWE’s failed storytelling because I’m obsessed with it and it is ruining my life.
This was a classic “all is lost” moment for a hero. The moment that it seems like it’d be impossible for him to win which creates the need for him to win in the future. They set up a scenario in which the only satisfying ending would be for Daniel Bryan to get his revenge on these bad guys and win back his title. That’s how this HAS to end and we’ve reached a point in fandom where we won’t except anything else.
I bought my tickets to Wrestlemania in like July. I’ve been obsessed with the trip for months and for the last month I have just been dreading it and that is all because of WWE’s storytelling. They are ruining something that could have been a great time and I just don’t know what to do about it. It makes me sad.
I did a guest post at Voices of Wrestling about the Chikara comeback.
The events of National Pro Wrestling Day were probably the most well done thing I’ve seen in wrestling in a long time and are everything that I love about Chikara, but they should only be the groundwork for what is to come. After taking our thing away for so long Chikara needs to come back bigger and better than ever before. I hope they will. I believe they will.
When I was writing it I was saying a lot of things about the business of Chikara that maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I didn’t think about them deep enough or maybe I should’ve just kept them to myself. Chikara isn’t like WWE. It isn’t a corporation and they don’t really print money. If I write something negative about them the odds are that the people I am writing about will read it. (Especially when, in my humble opinion, I’m writing some of the best Chikara stuff on the internet.) It’s weird because I’m not trying to attack them, but it almost is. I mean, that’s why I did a guest post because I didn’t want to put something so critical on my own site. It was dumb. Because Chikara is one guy or it’s a few guys and I’ve met them and they’re cool guys so I feel bad. I want the best for them.
Anyway, since I posted that I’ve shared some emails with someone important in Chikara. They respected my opinions, but challenged me on them and clarified things that I misread. They also added some notes that made me think and now I need to write a whole new post.