Lisa and I returned home for a day of fun in New York and just sat on the couch with the TV on.
We had some Big Bang Theory and Modern Family viewing time.
I found a Bruce Springsteen March Madness concert that was being live streamed.
On Twitter, I saw some buzz about Wrestlemania.
See, here's the thing. I wonder if something is wrong with me. I say this because, as a red-blooded American male, I have never - ever - not even slightly been into wrestling.
Yeah, I met Captain Lou Albano at the Carmel bowling alley in 1985 or so. Nice guy. Very nice guy.
Sure, I know the names: The Rock, Mick Foley, Mean Gene Okerlund, Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, and on and on. Yup. Got it.
I drive by the WWE (once, WWF) building in Stamford a lot.
I've even watched some. I had friends who were really into it, and they had me watch it.
It just never took with me. Maybe it was the "story lines" or I just always had something else that interested me more. I'm really not sure.
I mean, I'm supposed to be "shocked" that the Undertaker lost (I understand that was a big deal, at least according to Twitter). According to this article on Forbes, gamblers knew it was coming.
So congrats to them on their 30th Wrestlemania and all. It's an achievement for sure. Millions of people love it, and if nobody's getting hurt, all the better.
It was just never my thing.
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