“What is this, Mama?”
“This, Honey, is WrestleMania.”
Oh yes, it is.
In a shocking metamorphosis that began with moving out to “The Country” in 2006, continued with burning trash in the backyard and attending the Redneck Games and Rattlesnake Roundup, I have become what I feared the most: a redneck.
Or at least I have begun to assimilate into the culture.
I’ve been excited all week because tonight is Wrestlemania XXVII.
Ed almost had me talked into going to Atlanta to witness it live. But there is that little matter of an 8 a.m. class I have to teach. So, thanks to Xfinity, I can enjoy The Rock in the comfort of my own home. Oh yes, I would like to smell what The Rock is cookin’.
Also a draw: The Miz, whom I remember from “The Real World: Back to New York.” He’s also the WWE World Champion. And he’s AWESOME!
Ed and Trish have arrived for the event. Ed is in the kitchen, making nachos. Trish is taking bets on who wins each match. The kids are engrossed. Eddie is amused, as he usually is, by what I get us into. I’m writing this confessional. All is right in the world.
Look for the recap tomorrow.
Observe and report 
You then probably are very jealous of Max, who is there right this moment. I, on the other hand, am jealous you’re eating nachos.
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I did not know Max was there. I AM jealous!
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Have fun! I have to say, when I saw the commercials with The Rock I had a flashback to the summer I was a nanny for the kids one of my friends and her husband, who watched wrestling pretty regularly. I got all into the ridiculousness of it – mainly WCW on TNT, but WCW too. The drama, the soap opera, the bad acting…it was all so terribly fantastic.
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“Terribly fantastic” is a great way to describe it.
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I’m kind of jealous, but I’d be far more jealous if you were at WrestleMania. WWE has been one of my guilty pleasures off and on for years, but I never made it to a live event. Except in my dreams. And I mean that literally.
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If only I could be there. I’m sure my boss would not approve of me canceling class for Wrestlemania, though.
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The above comment was me. I was logged in to comment on sites for which I don’t want to use my real name, and I didn’t notice in time to change it. 🙂
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Ha!
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I have two brushes with wrestling greatness to share with you. First, I went to college with The Undertaker. At the time, he was a pimply, red-headed, freckled boy named Mark, dating my friend Melisha. He want to Japan, and came back as this angry behemoth.
Before the Rock was the Rock: I was sitting at the lunch counter at the S&S Sandwich Shop in Miami on 2nd Avenue and was sitting next to a guy with some interesting shoes on. When I asked him what they were for, he told me he was a professional wrestler. We chatted for a long time. I didn’t get his name, but I saw him on TV years later and learned who he was then.
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These are great stories! Ed had just told me The Undertaker’s real name when I saw your comment. Do you have photos? (The Undertaker won after a protracted battle with Triple H, by the way.)
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