Originally posted on Pittsburgh Sports Bitch:
I love football. If you are reading this, follow me on Twitter, or have ever spoken to me, you know this fact. I’ve often said my favorite place in the entire world is Heinz Field on a crisp fall (or freezing winter) day. I was an NBC Sunday Night Football Fan of the Week last December and was able to be on the field for pre-game warm-ups. It’s not a stretch to say that it was one of the best nights of my life.
I love football. I’m obsessed with football. I sometimes write a crappy blog about football. But I don’t know if I want to watch it anymore.
The fact that the NFL does not seem to think violence against women is serious is a problem for me, as I imagine it is for most women. Why should I spend my money on an organization that doesn’t care…
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Football has returned for another season, and so has the trike crew, ready to battle each other in the ultimate underground pick ‘em league where buzz-saws force deep incisions, monsters prey on their “frenemies” and the rest play Rambo, looking for the right time to strike. In other words, a group of friends choose the winner of every NFL game every week during the regular season for bragging rights.
The second season of GoG saw a 1st year picker become the minister of the tricycle. Will the same hold true for the third season? Five of his closest foes don’t “Bo-lieve” so.
If there’s ever been a more poorly executed concept in wrestling history, it’s pretty much anything associated with Vince Russo. Otherwise though, it’s the stable. Ever since the time of the original Four Horsemen (Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard and Arn & Ole Arnderson) way back in the territory days every fed has wanted their own version of the wrasslin’ Justice League or, more commonly, Legion of Doom. It’s hard not to see why, given how much of the wrestling business is based around merchandising; if you strike gold with a good concept, that’s more T-shirts, action figures, DVD’s and (most importantly) tickets you can sell. With a stable it’s even better, because ideally you’re selling the stable as well as the individual members of that group, meaning even more money on top of that. WWE, WCW, TNA, ECW, even promotions in Japan have gotten in on it over the years, with varying levels of success.
Originally posted on Atomic Anxiety:
The Wrestling Classic (WWF) – November 7, 1985 – Rosemont Horizon (Rosemont, IL) – Main Event: Hulk Hogan (c) vs Rowdy Roddy Piper (WWF Championship) – Announcers: Gorilla Monsoon, Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Vince McMahon, Lord Alfred Hayes, and “Mean” Gene Okerlund.
I really don’t like one-event wrestling tournaments like KING OF THE RING, and THE WRESTLING CLASSIC is almost entirely taken up by a large tournament featuring 16 wrestlers. The problem with these tournaments is that either the matches are long, and the wrestlers get burnt out, or they’re short and the fans might not be properly entertained. The more matches you have, the more downtime there is between matches.
That said, THE WRESTLING CLASSIC is surprisingly enjoyable. Things move fast and there’s a wide variety of matches (short, technical, brawls), and the sheer old schoolness of much of the event (the Rosemont Horizon looks, feels, and sounds like…
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Another week gone by, another week closer to death.
In episode 4, Thomas and I review WrestleMania 29. Or is it NY/NJ? Also, I profess my love of Ryback, Thomas gives the Big Show all the props he never gets, we preview Extreme Rules, Thomas makes a case for The Undertaker to headline WrestleMania for the rest of his career, discuss The Rock’s injury, Paul Bearer’s passing, our mutual hate of the WWE app, Thomas vents his frustration with the tag team division, and I explain how Road Dogg is a black man trapped in a white man’s body. Ring the bell or feed us more!