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I don’t know how this guy got all this information, but the results of every Hulk Hogan match, ever:
www.freewebs.com/hoganresults/index.htm
Just glancing through it, I’ve actually been to three of his matches:
5/8/86 v. the Magnificent Muraco
8/4/86 v. Adorable Adrian Adonis in a Lumberjack Match
6/23/02 losing to Kurt Angle at King of the Ring
Actually, if you count closed-circuit viewing, I also saw his WrestleMania 2 match v. King Kong Bundy live.
Crazy stuff there.
I want to apologize for a grevious error.
In my barely-awake state writing this morning’s entry, I neglected to list among the many examples of the incompetency of Bud Selig his robbing the people of Montreal of Baseball.
To make up for this, I rip off an image provided by our network’s flagship station:
And for our French-speaking friends:
Je veux faire des excuses pour une erreur grevious.
Dans le mon nu-réveillez l’état écrivant l’entrée de ce matin, j’a négligé pour énumérer parmi les nombreux exemples de l’incompétence du bourgeon Selig le sien volant le peuple Montréal de base-ball.
Pour compenser ceci, je déchire outre d’une image fournie par la station du navire amiral de notre réseau:
I’m not a fan of David Wells. Sure, he was a Yankee, but this is the same guy who left game five of the World Series in the second inning because of a bad back after shooting his mouth off about how great his conditioning was. Not to mention he got his teeth knocked out by a guy half his size in a diner fight.
But now his big mouth is getting him in trouble with commissioner combover.
Okay, Wells thinks Selig is an idiot. Who doesn’t? Wells disagrees with the sport’s steroid policy. Is he not allowed to?
Looks to me like there’s no free speech in MLB, and anyone who disagrees with Bud faces a fate worse than those who fail their steroid tests.
And what’s with the statement from Wells’ organization?
… the comments made by David today regarding the Commissioner of Baseball do not in any way reflect the views of the Club. The Club believes the Commissioner has demonstrated visionary leadership and integrity, and we recognize that his contributions to the game have been enormous. Thus, we apologize to the Commissioner.
What alternate universe are they living in?
Visionary leadership? Integrity?
Are we talking about the same person that:
-Acted as a team owner AND commissioner for 10 years?
-Let the 1994 strike pretty much just happen?
-Oversaw the bag job that allowed his friends to swap the Marlins for the Red Sox, while stiffing Boston charities in the process?
Sounds like Theo, Larry, et al. are bending over backwards to kiss Bud’s ass on this one.
After trying multiple times since Friday night, I’ve finally gotten through Ticketmaster’s crappy online ordering system and have tickets for the weezer show in Cleveland on October 8.
It’s part of the Foo-Weez tour, and word on the street is that they’re trading off headlining for each show. Let’s hope the Cleveland show is one that weezer headlines.
Doesn’t look like the band will be playing Columbus this go-around, so unfortunately, Weez-a-palooza ’05 may not happen.
I was talking with an associate at work today about the other words we use for numbers, like couple, some, many, etc. We came up with the following:
1- one, obviously
2- a couple
3- a few
4- some
5- many
6- six-pack/half-a-dozen
7- a lot
8- a buttload
9- a crapload
The system falls apart after this, which only makes sense- because it’s just lazy trying to find another way to say ten.
Weekly fan image, from homestarrunner.com:
Think The Civee would consider using these for our invitations?
So I got a call earlier from my father. He and my brother went to tonight’s Yankees game.
He tells me he’s in the stadium store and asks me if there’s anything I want.
Me: “What do they have?”
Him: “They have sweat shirts, t-shirts, like the one I’m wearing.”
And I thought I gave dumb replies to serious questions.
For years, I was a huge wrestling fan (although Stone Cold Steve Austin once told me that I didn’t look that huge, but that’s another story).
I really don’t follow wrestling regularly anymore, but I still catch the occasional tv show or big pay per view and I have a near-encyclopedic memory of all the wrestling I have seen, good and bad.
Last (Sunday) night was Summer Slam, the WWF/E’s second (or third, depending on who you talk to) biggest card of the year. A group of my associates and I gathered at Iron Mike’s CribZoneTM to watch the PPV.
The card, on paper, was decent. But it was one of the most bizarre shows I’ve ever seen. Nevertheless, the experience was entertaining.
The show opened with Chris Benoit v. some joker named Orlando Jordan. The match had shades of King Kong Bundy v. S.D. Jones and the Ultimate Warrior v. the Honky Tonk Man. The match ended in 15 seconds- with the only result that we would have accepted- Benoit winning.
The next two matches were bizarre, as the grudge match between Matt Hardy and Edge was stopped by the referee 5 minutes in and Rey Mysterio and Eddy Guerrero had the worst ladder match ever. Not only did Mysterio and Guerrero blow every other spot in the match, but every 20 seconds, the camera took a shot of Rey’s kid, who the winner got custody of.
Kurt Angle v. Eugene was good, the wrong guy won Cena v. Jericho and Batista v. JBL was like the ’86 Worlds Series to me- I didn’t want either guy to win.
As far as the main event, Shawn Michaels v. Hulk Hogan went, it was a decent match, but hardly “the match of Hogan’s career” as was claimed. Michaels did a perfect impersonation of Ric Flair, not just in his mannerisms, but also carrying the whole match. It’s sad- because Hogan really can’t do anything other than punch, fall, HulkUp, punch, kick and leg drop. But for this show, it was a good main event.
Wasn’t what I’d call a “great” show, but it was fun nonetheless. I still don’t get why Vince pushes certain guys, but at least HHH wasn’t involved.
The show wasn’t enough to get me back into wrestling full time, but I may check it out if the TV is on and not tuned into a Yankees game.
But looks like once again I’m hosting the (now) annual King Tom WrestleMania bash. Should be fun.
Last week, the WWF/E brought back Kamala, the Ugandan Giant. Hopefully by Wrestlemania, they’ll be bringing back this guy:
Recently at my place of employment, we’ve had a lot of people moving around, changing departments and job titles.
My department, Public Affairs is in charge of getting new business cards for employees- and I was asked if I needed any new cards. I said I didn’t, but was still offered the chance to order some new cards- in case I wanted to change my title.
My title right now is “Public Affairs Coordinator,” which is an apt description of what I do. Technically, I’m classified as a Public Information Officer, but I don’t deal much (at all) with the media. After thinking about it, I declined to change my title. But I did spend a few minutes jotting some alternatives down. Some of which actually describe things I do.
-Pit Boss
-Philosopher King
-Centerfield
-Verbiage Usage Coordinator
-Content Superintendent
-Carbon Mass
-O2 –> CO2 Conversion Coordinator (or H2O –> P Conversion coordinator)
-Conceptual Strategies Planner
-Columbus Traffic Patterns Analyst
-Snappy Banter
-Word Choice Critic
-Tall
-YankeeFan
-Off-Site Hypertext Examiner
-If you only knew…
-Gets Things Done
The last one probably fits me best, but I doubt they’d let me use that. I really do like my job and what I do, but I’m fine staying as what I am now- I guess it helps me get more done that way.
So this weekend, I worked at the Ohio State Fair, manning a booth for my place of employment.
Believe it or not, working at the fair is actually fun. You get to meet the most interesting people. In the past, I’ve gotten people who want to know where the lottery booth is (right next to us, see the big “Ohio Lottery” sign), people who think my boss is going to be president, people who didn’t know my boss is black and one very special woman who’s dying husband’s last wish was go to to the free Grand Funk Railroad concert that night.
Unfortunately, I really didn’t get that many interesting people this weekend. No people attacking my place of employment for things that it doesn’t have anything to do with. No people trying to sell me alumining siding despite the fact that I’m trying to work. No people asking if they can use our computer to check their e-mail.
But still, it was fun. One letdown though: every time I go, on my way in, I have this plan to sample a wide variety of fair food. But Saturday was too damn hot to do anything outside. I got a corn dog and a lemonade, but other than that, it was approaching 100 and the last thing I wanted to do was walk around in the search for fried food.
And I still haven’t found the elusive Pancake-in-a-Tube.
