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i went to wwe smackdown last nite with buddy and fellow wrasslin fanatic colin.

the fucked-upness all started at the train station by my house when colin had to piss. knowing that we had about 30mins travel time till we reached toronto, he felt itd be wise to go leak. but alas...the washrooms were closed. so what does he decide???..to go to the hiskool across the street. mind you, there's about 5mins till the bus comes. so he goes...and what happens? doors locked. "back in 5" the sign says. so he comes back...theres about 3mins till we gotta board and leave. knowing that his kidney and ureters are gonna burst any minute (i dont even know why u didnt go at my house man. i guess he wants a toilet with diamonds on the seat or something), dude sprints to the portugese bar and grill about 100 yards away...i honestly didnt think hed make it..guess he show and proved me wrong.

so we get downtown..and im starving. but its minutes before wrestling starts and we gotta get in...so my plans to get a street-dog were diminished. we go in..check out seats..not a bad view mind you..if you get the SARS tourist special package, with wrasslin, jays game and indy weekend..you really shouldnt expect ringside. nonetheless, nice seats. same view as vince carter's more or less...just 200 feet higher. and 400 feet further. but yea..same view he had. i was right behind him. so after checking in..i had to..i mean had to get some food. i was famished. what do i get mind you?...a 4.00 hotdog..my street-dog wouldve been better...and for a lot less too. but yea..4bucks..and another 4 for a large coke (i love my caffine). not bad..colin got the same. so we go to top our dogs...knowing how hungry i was..and how much i just dropped for some rat-tail/toenail on a bun..i had to get my money's worth. so i basically made the nastiest dog ever. it was almost the best dog that i ever had - the best being at my first rave about 4 years ago, where me and james had to wait about an hour for a hotdog before topping them with the nastiest of nasty toppings made available in open commercial-size buckets with hundreds of people around...still, it was the best hotdog i ever had due to the value put on it during the wait in line. that, too, was overinflated in price..about 5bucks. robbbery i tell ya. so back to my wrestling dog....i put everything on it form relish..to ketchup..moustard..pickles...peppers...onions...and of course..lettuce.

lettuce???

who wants lettuce on a hotdog?anyhow..that time, i put lettuce. so sue me.
mind you, i gotta post that picture at a later date. it's the most grotesque thing you'll probably ever lay eyes on next to anna nicole at a sloppy joe's factory.
but yea..stay tuned for pics of my high-fiber lettuce sandwich with a side of dog in there somewhere.

so onto the wrestling....torrie wilson looks hot even from a distance..and even from a 21 year old man who is near-sighted without glasses worn. the same can be said for sable. sable like whoa.

as for colin's experience, he'll prbobably write a more in-depth account of the night. so go here for that, whenever you got time. i feel bad for him cause he didnt even cop the kurt angle shirt he wanted. shoot, they didnt even have kurt angle shirts, for that matter! sucks balls.

as for wrestling..the pyros were good...wrestling was good..but the main objective of watching a live show is for the atmosphere. wrestling fans are by far the most hardcore and boisterous of all fans...sorry..that's argueable next to fifa soccer fans. mah bad.

overall the experience was dope. its been like 3 years since i watched a live show and even more for ravenloft colin. we also seem to check out the wwe when their in town. i guess it just is.

pics up on here soon....

tomorrow..red sox at jays. peace out.
as for the weekend..as stated earlier...indy weekend. but know i could care less about racing. i hope we copped good seats around a turn or something.

peace. funny how we still follow wrestling aint it?

youre never too old.
never.


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