Mistah Na1m4rk

I haven't been around here in a while, but in case y'all didn't know, I've managed to reproduce successfully.

It was a good dance and a better movie.

I like that the fat opera-singing stalker, "Dynamo", played the angel-voiced serial killer "Grossburger" in the seminal Wilder/Pryor classic, "Stir Crazy".

I picked this up for like $5 during the last STEAM sale and haven't installed it yet. I think this gives me all the motivation I need to do so. Thanks!

I've stumbled across TNA a few times over the years and thought it reminded me of dead-ender WCW with a few big names doing things that didn't make sense or generally insulted my intelligence. I saw Samoa Joe on there a few times, and Kurt Angle, I'm sure some good things came out of their involvement even if I didn't see them.

It's me, the guy who used to do long extensive tedious posts about 19th-century boxing.

"The Shield" I know are the guys who wrestle in body armor. That seems less justifiable than allowing a mental patient to wrestle.

Tell me why I should bother to watch anything new when I was driven away from the modern product by its "sports entertainment" emphasis some time ago. I'll occasionally linger on a WWE broadcast for a few minutes but I'm inevitably insulted by something before long, and of course I don't recognize much of anybody. I have endless access to the wonders of YouTube and its archive of vintage material from the pre-sports entertainment era. I've seen more of Bob Backlund, Adrian Adonis, Buddy Rose, Rick Rude, Steve Williams, and Harley Race than I ever thought I could, and there's plenty more left to dig up. Tell me why I should bother following anything contemporary in our modern era of sniggering at kayfabe.

Oh yeah, Cockroach Cup for sure. Now that I'm living in NY I'm looking forward to making my first trip to Yankee Stadium to see a game. I'll probably also make the trek to Boston to see a game in Fenway Park and smell the mixture of vomit and self-pity that makes the air there so distinctive.

You're still in New Mexico? I just got tickets for Fidelio at the Santa Fe Opera this summer, I was considering kidnapping George RR Martin while I was down there and could always use somebody who is good with zip ties.

I am not. I'm an Ole Miss grad set adrift in the belly of a most uncouth beast.

I live in an apartment now. In New York. Surrounded by Yankees. These are dark times.

Find me on Steam as Party With Nixon! AROOOOO!!!!!

I have no idea what you're talking about. Seriously.

JT! I sure hope you like playing Left 4 Dead 2!

So...what did I miss?