Wrestling and Celebrity
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So, as I mentioned on Friday, the troops and I rolled out to the ROH show on Saturday in Chi-town. Well, sorta Chi-town anyway. After downing some White Castle, we went to the show, and I gotta say, it frickin' ruled. All the matches were excellent, most notably: an 8 Man War between AJ Styles, Axel Aries, two other guys who were excellent, but I forgot their names, vs. Prince Nana, Abyss, Johny Rave, and Alex Shelly, the ROH World Title match between Rodrick Strong and the American Dragon, and a Special Challenge match between Samoa Joe and my new hero The Fallen Angel Christopher Daniels. The whole night was just freakin' awesome, totally warranting the ridiculously long drive up and back, as well as the fact that I spent most of Sunday in a coma.
A wierd thing happens to me when I'm around semi-celebrities (and yes, I know, wrestlers from ROH/TNA are hardly celebrities, but I respect them, and I've seen em on the TeeVee, so that's close enough in my book). My brain splits in half. One part of me is all calm and rational about it, and the other half becomes a screaming little girl. For example, last year I went to the San Diego Comicon International for the first time. I was sitting around outside the convention center, regrouping and reading an issue of Love and Rockets. When, suddenly, Stan Lee and a small throng of worshippers walks by me. Now, one half of my brain was like, big deal, it's Stan Lee, whose contribution to Marvel is painfully overrated and who hasn't done anything worthwhile in Decades. The other half of my brain was like, It's Stan "the Man" Lee, the Father of Marvel comics, who is like unto a god! Where's my camera? Gyahh!
Needless to say, the smart side will keep me at a distance. But the girly side has a picture of the back of Stan Lee's head.
So, as I mentioned on Friday, the troops and I rolled out to the ROH show on Saturday in Chi-town. Well, sorta Chi-town anyway. After downing some White Castle, we went to the show, and I gotta say, it frickin' ruled. All the matches were excellent, most notably: an 8 Man War between AJ Styles, Axel Aries, two other guys who were excellent, but I forgot their names, vs. Prince Nana, Abyss, Johny Rave, and Alex Shelly, the ROH World Title match between Rodrick Strong and the American Dragon, and a Special Challenge match between Samoa Joe and my new hero The Fallen Angel Christopher Daniels. The whole night was just freakin' awesome, totally warranting the ridiculously long drive up and back, as well as the fact that I spent most of Sunday in a coma.
A wierd thing happens to me when I'm around semi-celebrities (and yes, I know, wrestlers from ROH/TNA are hardly celebrities, but I respect them, and I've seen em on the TeeVee, so that's close enough in my book). My brain splits in half. One part of me is all calm and rational about it, and the other half becomes a screaming little girl. For example, last year I went to the San Diego Comicon International for the first time. I was sitting around outside the convention center, regrouping and reading an issue of Love and Rockets. When, suddenly, Stan Lee and a small throng of worshippers walks by me. Now, one half of my brain was like, big deal, it's Stan Lee, whose contribution to Marvel is painfully overrated and who hasn't done anything worthwhile in Decades. The other half of my brain was like, It's Stan "the Man" Lee, the Father of Marvel comics, who is like unto a god! Where's my camera? Gyahh!
Needless to say, the smart side will keep me at a distance. But the girly side has a picture of the back of Stan Lee's head.
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