“Thug Life Baby! Thug Life!” – Kevin Nash, aka Super Shredder.
Last night I watched half of Monday Night Wars. It’s a WWF documentary covering the time when professional wrestling quickly gained popularity. It has various people talking about the massive ratings war between WCW Monday Nitro and WWF Monday Night Raw. As interesting as the documentary is, it’s much more entertaining because of the clips from the shows. All the memories come right back.
A lot of storylines are left out. Sting is not mentioned in the first half. It doesn’t look like he’ll be mentioned in the second half either. Either way, go watch it. It sparked my interest in wrestling again.
I don’t feel like watching current wrestling shows, but I really want to find some old pay-per-views. Nobody has a VCR around here though. They should release DVD collections of the Monday night shows by each year. Each year would be a $500 40-disc set. I wouldn’t buy it, but it would be cool.
Last night my left calf cramped up hard. I was half dreaming at the same time. I was aware that my calf was really cramping up, but in my dream I was at a computer programming. As far as I remember, I was programming myself and I messed something up so I was trying to write an endCramp method as fast as I could. I love school.
Speaking of programming, I spent a good amount of time in the computer lab with my project partner. We were cranking out what we could before the 9pm deadline. The first part of our project is being graded out of three points. I overheard a girl from the pair next to us saying something along the lines of, “If we don’t get a three, I’m going to cry!” Seriously? If we got a three, we would cry–tears of joy.
(I wrote this over a few days so references to ‘last night’ or ‘today’ are on different days.) I’m about to hit the bed, so I’ll leave you with another awesome wrestling quote from when the Outsiders invasion began.
“This is ‘where the big boys play’ huh? Look at the adjective–play. We ain’t here to play.” – Kevin Nash, aka The Grammar Master from the thug-life ghetto where ‘play’ isn’t a verb.