It’s tough to be humorous at the end of the year. I suppose we’ve burned through all the humor by the twelve-month point. Hence, at a milestone like that, we find it best to just put out our year in review. Thus, the initial thought for this blog was to write “10 Things from 2014 that were worse than ‘No Holds Barred,’” but it wouldn’t be a compare and contrast. It would just be me bitching about:
- The idiocy of having a feud between two people with the exact same of DNA (I bet one has highlighted hair so the E! News talking heads could tell them apart).
- The “Ryback Isn’t that Dangerous” PR tour (and Chris Jericho’s hypocrisy).
- How come an injured champion was stripped of their title for failing to defend it in two months while a healthy one doesn’t have to defend theirs for four (I already have the kayfabe answer, but that’s like stating why there were obviously black stormtroopers)?
Aside from one liners, there wouldn’t be much creativity. And my voice maybe a little too flat for sound bytes with punctual impact.
Then fear sets in because, from my experience, the start of the year is also tough humor wise. We all sit back and remind ourselves of where we fell short, remember the dead comedians from the prior year, and wonder how we can laugh it off. Last year, I tried with satire and comparing my existence to “Schrodinger’s Cat,” but dark humor doesn’t seem to work when everyone is in a dark place. Oh the number of friends and family I had to block on Facebook and Twitter for failing to understand my plight or at least chuckle at it. If people didn’t understand or smirk, were the blogs alive or dead?
Trying to relate “No Holds Barred” to the indie show I saw last weekend, “AAW Presents: One Twisted Christmas” seemed like a daunting task. All that immediately had come to mind was comparing the promos of the legitimately injured to the crippling of Randy, and that’s distasteful. That, and this show was awesome. Mismanaged in terms of time and booking placement, but much better than the well structured Mr. Hogan’s Opus.
I’d still like to review the event in this blog, so when you get to the italic font, you’ll know the satirical stuff has ended and the indie wrestling insight begins.
Fortunately, I remembered that I had just finally gotten around to watching “Jackie Brown,” starring Tiny “Zeus” Lister, instead of drinking in downtown P-Town, fearing the concept of making conversation with old high school relations I never had anything in common with.
Sorry Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, but only Peoria, Illinois, can claim to be the one and only P-Town. It was Kurt Angle who noted on the April 23, 2002 taping of “Smackdown” that the city’s name sounds like a urinary (a pee) infection. Since a Yinzer made the argument, my hometown claim shant be disputed.
Why Haven’t We Gotten the Next Tiny Lister?
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