The one where I inadvertently come out of the closet

December 16, 2013

First a little bit of back story. I’ve talked more than a few times about how much I watch wrestling. I believe this is how this initially came about and if it didn’t well maybe I am….

AnyRepressedSexuality my sister was visiting and as we lazed about I put on WWE Smackdown. Now there is a wrestler who when a heel (bad guy) I enjoy. His name is Alberto Del Rio. He plays a heelish, pompous Mexican aristocrat. The story in my head goes my sister made a comment about him being attractive. The wifebot was not onboard. I chimed in with

“Come on Alberto Del Rio is a pretty good looking man.”

If that really isn’t how it started and I simply blurted that out well Lucy gots some splaining to do…

Flash forward to every SINGLE time he would come on the tee vee the wifebot would say “here comes your boyfriend.” Or some variation of that and I’d reply “always with the gay jokes.”

FLASH FORWARD to last week.

I’m watching some wrassling and out strolls ADR. He’s wearing his traditional long black scarf (and he previously would come out with a long white one.) What happens next was pretty funny. The part in parenthesis is what I had heard.

Me: I need a fancy shmancy long scarf.
wifebot: what are you talking about?
me: one of those long fancy scarves.
wifebot: (like his white one) Like your boyfriend’s?
me: yeah!

Her eyes get big, as does her smile. We look at one another.


me: wait did you say boyfriend?

I will never here the end of this. He is pretty handsome.



The one with Macho Madness

May 26, 2011

There have been plenty of Randy Macho Man Savage tributes since he passed. Most of them will be better than this one, but they at least came sooner (That’s what she said!) This isn’t even really a tribute just some memories that popped up when he died.

Was I a fan?

When I was younger there were sweet action figures made by LJN:


The ones circled are the ones I had:

Hulk Hogan (Top row)
Iron Sheik (2nd row on the left)
Rowdy Roddy Piper (2nd row on the right)
And of course Randy Macho Man Savage (6th row)

Yeah they were awesome! They bent (if by bent you mean immediately went back to original position) and looked as close to them as my young mind thought possible.

(Barring evil scientist experimenting with illegal things)
(shut up)

I did get pissed when I wanted to do The Macho Man’s patented flying elbow but his elbow would stay in the same position.


It frustrated me to no end! So I decided to improvise (so creative) and use my G.I. Joes as the wrestlers. Hey Sgt. Slaughter was in both.I used this one as Randy Savage because he wore a hat and sunglasses!

(Dig it!)


That is Wild Bill in G.I. Joe lore but he served me well as Macho Man.

(I’ve been to the danger zone. Yeah)

I used the WWF ring but matches took place anywhere.

My bed (bow chikka bow wow*)
The backyard (falls count anywhere bitches!)
Shower (Double bow chikka bow wow**)
In the garage (hardcore originator bitches)

AnyScaryInsightIntoYoungJimi if there were matches of course there had to be champions right? Yep and I used the twist ties to bread bags as the belts. I saw to it that The Macho Man held onto the title for a long long time.

Also the time I came closest to getting in a fight I channeled my inner Randy Savage. It was on a dumb fake boat in the playground at the church school I attended.

(Done laughing?)

Anyways this kid (named Jake) was getting all up in my grill (so to speak) and I remembered back when Savage was fueding with Jake the Snake Roberts. So I said “I’ll turn you into a pair of jakeskin boots!”

May have thrown in a “dig it” but I can’t confirm that.

*Joke purposes only nothing sexual ever took place. Perverts
**Same as above you sickos.


The one where I battle emotions

April 18, 2011

You thought you were so clever.
(Yeah you.)

Oh so clever, but I caught you. I caught you red handed there intwerbz.
(No don’t even try to pretend. You just sound sad with your excuses!)

I caught you. All of youse trying to bring me down, trying to harsh my buzz if you will. Yeah you bastards. Be ashamed. Things were going okay—fun almost and then you all conspire to darken my skies. The last week or so have been rather trying.

Confession: Trying in mostly a vague not related to me way.

You see first it was the 17 year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. It is a date that always leads me to pause and reflect. Kurt his writing and creativity pushed me, my ideas and writing. He was an influence to say the least. It was one that at first was personal. It was one that was more of an inside. Yes people knew

I dug Nirvana and etc, but for the most part I let the influence be deep inside my actions and writing.
Until of course what happened. When it happened I (read my always there for me Sister Lisa) dyed my hair all blonde. All of it—and there was a lot of it. The nails were painted more often. It was a time where I embraced my weirdness even more.

AnyNailPolish it hits home. So it rolls around and is a rather sad moment. I’m letting this thought roll around in my head and then bam out of nowhere one of my favorite wrestlers (especially character wise) Edge has to retire. It really sort of came from left field. I mean sure he had some serious injuries but he was on top of his chosen profession—his passion when it happened. He had followed his dreams and poured his creativity into it.

Then it was cut short. He came out to announce that he was forced to retire. It was sad. The wifebot even sat and listened to him talk. He almost broke down a few times and of course the wifey tried to get me to. I’m happy he found out when he did and can get out safely and healthy. The fact that he had to exit from something he was passionate about early is sad. When the creative are taken away too soon it hits me and when people lose their vehicle it does too.

(I know I didn’t really describe that the best way.)

So add to those things that happened later in that week: Joe Tait did the Cavs play by play for the last time. He is one of (if not the) greatest radio voices ever. He’d been doing it for seemingly forever. He’s getting up there and had some health problems so I should be happy for him.

And I am. It’s still a sad (or emotional) moment. Listening to him talk about it and his memories was fun and hard at the same time. This is something I’ll probably write about tomorrow or this week. When I first moved to Cleveland I was essentially alone here. I mean I wasn’t. The wifebot’s mom was amazing and nice—I don’t mean it like that. She was great and there for me, but the wifey was off in Athens going to OU. What would I do? Well I’d turn on the Cavs game and get lost in the words of Joe.

More on that later.

Then you come to a big event: The nuptials of my best friend the Rizza. It was a beautiful moment where two people I love came together as one. This of course led to many a moment of reflecting on my wedding day and my lovely wife and etc. I tried to write a poem for my bestie but simply could not catch perfectly what I wanted.

(Yes I did use a hash tag there.)

I went back and read the poem I wrote as my vows. It was a grand ole time. The wedding (Rizza’s) was fun and she looked beautiful. It meant a lot to be able to share in such a big moment in their lives.

So yeah all of youse on the twitter and interwebz and the world I caught on to you. No I did not break down at any point. So suck on that! But I did show emotion. Go figure.

Best part of the wedding day: The several drive by kisses on my cheek by the bride as she rushed her or there. That and that as we left I hugged her she says to me:

“You’re not looking me in the eyes because you cannnnnn’t. If you did you’d get all emotional.”

Maybe. And yes she did use all those n’s.

Damn this post really sucked. Oh well I blame you all for this too.


Well yeah watch this.

Hybrid Wrestling episode 1 review

October 5, 2010

Hello dear reader.


That was you replying by the way. It was very kind of you, or very kind of me to do for you. Below I will be reviewing a television program. In a bit of a departure it will be an actual serious one.

I know. I know get the shock out of your system now. I’ll wait.

Ready? I’ve written a review of the premiere episode of Hybrid Wrestling TV. It’s no secret that I enjoy wrestling much to the shock of some people. Some of you don’t and I hate you for that that’s okay too. If you don’t think reading the review will be your cup of tea then I won’t be mad at you for skipping it.

If not perhaps you’ll go check out the fun stuff at The B Movie Brigade or read the tweets @OverheardOhio. Enjoy and come back.

Hybrid Wrestling is a wrestling promotion based in Ohio and founded back in 2006. They’ve been doing great work on the Indy circuit since then and now finally have a television deal.

The show opened and got right down to business, which is a necessity when you only have 30 minutes to ply your trade. That is the first draw back to the new show deal. It will be hard for some of the new fans (that a TV show) will bring in. It may be hard for a newcomer to get into the promotion with not much time to learn about it or grow into the feuds. Nonstop and wonderfully done wrestling more than made up for that. A 30 minute show has drawbacks but maybe some good points—more on that later.

We meet our host Jay Michael Williams as he opens the show and plugs the main event. Exciting news we are getting a TLC match between former Hybrid champion Dave Cole and current champion Marion Fontaine. It makes sense right? Give the possible new viewers a chance to meet a former champ and the current champ. The promise of a high impact match right off the bat doesn’t hurt either.
Before that happens we get an angry promo cut by The Irish Airborne (Dave and Jake Crist) on The H3rd. Here we meet some of the players and get the background. We find out the dastardly actions of The H3rd (said H–three-R-D) that have taken place sometime before the taping.

Right into the wrestling we went. First matchup we get is some tag team action. This is a smart move on the part of Hybrid because tag action is sorely missing from the big E in Connecticut. Now I’m not here to bash the big places and pump up the Indy scene. I’ve watched wrestling for most of my life and I enjoy it all. The match of course consisted of The H3RD of Tommy Treznik and J. Miller vs. The Irish Airborne of Dave and Jake Crist.

The match is quick and highlights the talents you’ll consistently get at a Hybrid show. The Irish Airborne are as entertaining a tag team as you’ll find anywhere. They were given time to show themselves and fluidly moved from move to move. The best part of the opening match was both teams were focused on pretty evenly during it. Dave and Jake could dominate most teams but H3RD were allowed to show what they bring to the table and the match was really solid. The teams were given ample time to put on a show and the announcers were able to fill in the viewers on just what The H3RD had done. It is clearly a major storyline in the organization. Tommy Treznik (who is a great performer to watch) took over the match with his wonderfully played heel tactics throughout and after.

From there we headed backstage to follow Billy Taylor as he hunted The H3RD who was clearly shown to be the preeminent heel stable of the organization. Now you know who to boo.

I of course will continue to cheer for them. That is neither here nor there.

The backstage segment of Billy allowed us to meet some of the other talent of the roster (namely Pinkie Sanchez) but he of course eventually ended up in the ring. This is where (other than the announcers telling us) one will come to realize that The H3RD storyline is the major one. One of their more notorious actions was to attack an injured Christian Faith and it’s pissed off seemingly everyone in the company.


There will be no main event. Billy Taylor a hulking bruiser of a dude won’t leave until The H3RD comes out to face him. Here we meet Façade a staple of the Ohio wrestling scene. There are a few moments of the high flyer (Façade) against the big and tough Taylor before the rest of The H3RD comes out and attacks him.
We get the treat of Tommy Treznik on the mic. He handles it well and I imagine with time it will only get better.

And then the first big punch comes. Christian Faith’s music hits and he enters the arena. After Faith clears the ring of all except poor Tommy the second punch comes. A big reveal comes as it turns out to be none other than Tommy Dreamer under the mask of Christian Faith.

You could tell the crowd was into the whole night but especially there. We got plenty of action (even if technically only one match was seen) and met (some of) the cast of characters. We got the major storyline and they gave the newbies (to the promotion) action and a big name (Dreamer) to bring them back for at least another week. The choice of the match they gave us was pretty smart. Irish Airborne can hold their own with anyone and they brought a large array of hard to forget moves. The H3RD are deeply intertwined with the entire promotion and its major storyline.

If you had come into unaware of the promotion you probably don’t know enough about it and that probably was more with the length of the program. The plus with that is you are forced to give quality action and it does have the perfect Indy scene feel to it. I had a tiny beef with the announcers who stepped on Tommy’s (and even Billy’s) mic work too easily. Thirty minutes means a delicate balance of storytelling and action giving. Hopefully Hybrid can continue to balance it out. They did a fine job with the first episode.

You can find Hybrid Wrestling here and the first episode is here.

The one with Joey Lawrence and peanut butter

August 25, 2010

First head on over to the B Movie Brigade and check out today’s “What a way to die.” It involves Space Marines, Leprechauns and Penis.

Do it! I’ll wait.

There is a mystery afoot! The unexplained has occurred.

Call Mulder
Call Scully

Actually wait just call Scully. I mean rawr. I don’t need that dick Mulder cock blocking me.

I mean uhm…these aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

Yeah X-Files and Star Wars jokes at the same time! I really am the Ron Jeremy of nerd references. I really don’t think there is anywhere this post can go from here. So I might as well just end it right? Some DMX lyrics just popped in my head but then I find that I had one of the line wrongs and it no longer applies for this joke.

Sorry Ruff Ryders.

Now that I’ve lost every single reader I guess I’ll move on to the reason we need Mulder and the very sexy Scully. Well first off I went to bed last night with a post in mind for today but somewhere between then and the morning it flew away. I’m pretty sure it was stolen by Leo and the gang Inception style.

It was either that or the fact that several times I walked into the living room and sillie bean (the wifey) was watching Melissa and Joey. Yep it’s a new show on ABC FAMILY that pairs Melissa Etheridge and Joey Mercury.


That’s right kiddos as if my brand of humor didn’t already chase readers off I made a reference to a nonexistent television show. A joke using a pop-based folk-rock singer with raspy vocals and an a vague wrestler.

I know how alienate everyone. It my friends is a gift.

Anyvaguejokes the actual show (there is one!) stars Melissa Joan Hart and Joey Lawrence.


I only went the route of the easy woah joke because we all know each of you did it at the mention of his name. Don’t try to deny it. Don’t you do it.

I will turn this blog around right now!


What the hell was the point? Oh right the painful show that erased or warped my brain and stole my idea. That isn’t even the real mystery though. Oh no it’s weirder. I woke up and after stumbling into the kitchen to make some coffee went out to get the paper. No the mystery isn’t how come the paper was actually out there for a change.

I then proceeded into the office to sit at my computer and write this up for you. Aren’t I kind?

Well who asked you? Don’t answer that!

As I sat down I noticed something was awry. There was villainy afoot! There was something rotten in Denmark and etc. There was a spoon just sitting next to my computer:


There are a few possible explanations. As I wait for Scully to come sex this place up investigate I’ll go over them.

First it could have been the little elf that will complete my plays for me helping me become rich and famous. Oh they only help with shoes? Damn.

It could be that I’m crazy and eat peanut butter late at night without remembering it. Perhaps my wife sat down at the desk this morning to use my computer (hands off woman!) and eat peanut butter. She does like to snack on spoonfuls of the stuff.

I think the most plausible explanation is that overnight Joey Lawrence snuck into our apartment and surfed porn on my computer. He is a well known peanut butter fiend. The porn he watched (I imagine he watched Big Trouble in little Vagina) got him so hot that he forgot to put the spoon away. Perhaps he heard something and rushed off leaving the evidence?


For what it’s worth the wifey thinks she put it down to give me a hug the night before but I don’t remember that. I think she’s covering up for Joey.

Like a conspiracy woah.

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the one with blood and people in shopping carts

August 3, 2010

Another weekend comes to an end and it’s time to get back to the grind of the work week.

Haha. Sorry I had to do it. I hope your work week in general isn’t too bad.

My grind continues to consist of making sure that I’ve applied to at least 2 places. This is usually what Monday is. I make sure to find at least 2 jobs to apply for. I continue looking during the week but Monday is the at least 2 for that week day.

I’m sure you all are very happy to have learned that information.

Anyunemployment the weekend was a fun one. It started on Friday (as they often do) with a trip to the Grog Shop. We were going to support a friend’s brother’s band. The band is Mos scocious who apparently was voted best local band in Chicago. I only had to hear this fact about 600 times from various sources. Whatev. They were good. A little too feel goody for my usual taste but they were fun.

They were good to listen to and pretty catchy. They also had a decent stage presence which is something that some of the bands sorely lack. I was very happy to go because it had been way too long since I’d been to the Grog. The wife and been recently but not me. I miss it and this summer is a long way from the summer of the Grog we had with the rizza a few years back. So it’s been a while.

There was a new girl and the jack and ginger she made me was well it was very weak. As we chatted and drank Marty came over to see if we needed anything. The wifey told him no but I said “order me another I’m going to chug this.” He laughed and started to make one. I told him it was because she made it rather weak, he laughed again and made it nice and strong. Which of course meant the new drink was way STRONG. Yeah! Actually the bartenders at the Grog are some of the best in town.

Anywhiskey the opening act played to maybe15 people. Most of these were at the bar and most of them didn’t pay attention to the opener. It was just one man, and he was rapping. He wasn’t too bad. I feel bad because I forget (and lost the note I wrote it on) his name. His rhymes were not too bad. Even if one ended with:

“I’m so large I’ll stretch your womb.”

I meant to tell him I dug his stuff and see if he had a twitter or Facebook but after he disappeared into the backroom I never saw him again. Before the show we went over to the doghouse for some hot dogs, because the wifey napped/read until it was time to hit the show. It was tasty as always. It was good to sit outside on Coventry and eat. People watching at its finest—though unfortunately didn’t get any good Overheard Conversation bits.

Did I just start in the middle of the night and then travel backwards? What is this Memento?

Saturday was a day of two halves. I woke up at about 10am to find no paper. Now this is most likely due to the bank taking forever to give the plain dealer their money. After some coffee the wife and I sat down to address her dying computer. We were on the phone for like 3 crazy hours with Dell but all in all it finally got taken care of. It really doesn’t deserve that much of a space as the fun things.

Later that day we headed over to the Cleveland Cinematheque for the next installment of The Marx Brothers. This week it was Horse Feathers. This fine film came out in 1932.

Funny as the Marx Brothers always are. The wife enjoyed it—and I’m hoping this new found enjoyment changes her opinion of Duck Soup. Lindsay, the wife and I then went to Cafe Tandoor for some dinner. It was delish. The wife and I shared the Butter Chicken, Baingan Bartha and some garlic naan. The time was filled with laughter and that is always good. The wifey I spent the rest of the night in watching some tv and doing some reading. I was in sort of a somber mood but nothing major. We ended up staying up till like 4 in the morning.

Sunday the big day was here. My lovely Kat and I were headed to the Nautica Pavilion for PWO Wrestlelution 3 event. Yeah we went to watch some wrestling. Can you guess who the one who wanted to was? I gave her the option of just dropping me off but she declined. So onward we went. The event started at 3pm and doors opened at 2. We arrived at exactly 2 because being poor I only bought general admission tickets.

It was sit where you can and we scoped out some decent seats. You could see well from pretty much anywhere. We sat and chatted and what not. When Raven walked past us and took a seat at the merch table. There was simply no way I could pass up seeing my all time fav (and greatest heel of all time) Raven and so we headed over. As we waited in line Hacksaw Jim Duggan approached to much fanfare. Now as wrestlers go he’s not my fav or all that amazing of one either, but I grew up watching him. As people said “hey” shook his hand or said “hoooo” (he’s known for belting out hooooo) I tried to stay my ground. I told my wife I was trying to keep my cool and not mark out or get all excited just because of childhood nostalgia. The wife egged me on because she was concerned I’d regret it. Regret will be a topic of a post soon, but not today because I was doing things not regretting them for a change. I calmly shook his hand and said Hi. That was all that was needed. I was in line for the one I needed to meet and chat with: RAVEN!


Greatest heel of all time Raven

Raven and Hacksaw Jim Duggan:

Raven and Hacksaw Jim Duggan

And then me trying to keep my cool later on.


It was awesome. I got to meet him and talk for just a bit (read about 3 sentences from me and 3 from him) but it was enough. I tried my best not to totally bumble and blather. The event went for about 3 and half hours. By the end the wifey was sort of cranky because she was hungry and tired. But she sort of enjoyed and I know she did. During the main event M-Dogg 20 v Johnny Gargano for the PWO Title, the two tore the place up (literally). They went all over the stands floor and ring. It was a great match and there were several times kat said this:

“No no no. What are they crazy?”

Here are some pictures:



Jason Bane threw Raven into a shopping cart:

Bane throws Raven into a shopping cart

Johnny Gargano flips onto M-Dogg 20 Matt Cross:

Johnny Gargano trying to kill M-Dogg 20, himself or both

Johnny Gargano dragging Matt Cross through the crowd:


We went from here to a nice dinner at Mi Pueblo and then a quiet night at home.

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Return of the living Post it notes

May 24, 2010

It’s been quite a while since I’ve done a set of these. I almost forgot how.
Okay not really I just wanted to add some drama. Click here if you want to make your own and/or click the linky under here to go to Supah’s site.

Here we go kiddies a bit of randomness for ya:


Yeah this one is pretty self explanatory. I still haven’t found a new job. I’ve had a couple of interviews and one of them even went pretty sweetly. In the end nothing has come of it. The looking, the scouring and applying has been very draining.


Another thing that has been annoying me as of late is the WWE. The shows have gone rather down as of late. Most of this is due to the attempt to cater to a more family audience, but that isn’t a real excuse. The writing has gotten pretty crappy—PG doesn’t mean you have to have bad writing. The PPV have been especially weak. I mean stopping to cover up the blood? Really? Good thing I’m not paying for them huh?


On to one of the good things I’ve got to talk about. Star Wars. Happy 30th anniversary to the Empire Strikes Back!


Nothing beats relaxing on a sleepy Saturday evening with the wife to an awesome Star Wars marathon. It’s even hotter when the wife suggests watching it.


There is an awesome guy on twitter who tweets as if he was The Hulk when drunk. He is too damn funny. A few examples:




Follow him at:


Yeah we went to the Vine and Bean for brunch. They have bottomless mimosas for 10 bucks. We of course ordered them and proceeded to drink a billion of em.


That brings me to summer. As I said in yesterdays post I’ve declared it to be officially summer. I don’t care if it doesn’t start till late June

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