i watch wrestling.

i used to anyway, i guess i still do, but certainly more sporadically than i have in the past. watching it seemed to be a pretty big part of my experience growing up, and i'm still not sure what drew me to it initially, i guess it was something exclusive to the Y chromosome, some sort of acceptable outlet for aggression or maybe a source a bit off the beaten path for a young boy's heroes, who knows for sure? anyways, growing up i'd go to my grandparents' house on monday nites to eat dinner and watch wrestling, and when he was *ahem* hooked up, i'd go over there to watch the pay-per-views.

so today is wrestlemania, which is sort of the centerpiece of the wrestling calendar, i think the last one i saw was fourteen, the main event in that one was stone cold steve austin vs. the heartbreak kid shawn michaels, austin won and became the champion for the first time. i taped it and one time me and agnich ditched class on a friday afternoon, i bought us lunch at gazeebo using petty cash from the student council cash box and we went to his house and watched it. today's wrestlemania is number twenty, and they use roman numerals like the super bowl, so i guess the last one i saw was really XIV and today's is XX.

agnich thanked me for lunch and i said don't thank me, thank the st. mark's student council.

feeling: like a little boy
thinking of: the sportatorium
music: "carnival of carnage" insane clown posse