It's really kind of sad when I try to offer an olive branch to my colleague Kevin Eck and all the great pro wrestling fans out there, and it gets slapped out of my hand. I just went over to Ring Posts and found that Kevin had taken a bunch of cheap potshots at me. Guess he wanted to get his name in one of the big boy blogs again.
Of course, I always try to take the high road, but it apparently doesn't pass through Eckville. I just read some of the comments under Kevin's diatribe and I'm surprised to see some of you grappling afficionados trying to psychoanalyze me to determine the motive for my earlier comments about the current state of the so-called sport.
Let me put your tiny minds at ease. I am not some bundle of insecurity who is threatened by Kevin's success, such as it is. If anything, I'm probably too secure because I'm such a good-looking and successful fellow who wears only the finest in Tommy Bahama fashions. I mean, think about it for a minute. Who else can get away with dressing like that for work? I must be pretty darned important.
For those of you who made nasty comments about my age, weight and alleged mental instability, do I need to remind you that you're the ones who pay $59.95 every month or so to watch giant men play fight in Speedos.
Now, can't we all just get along?