Wrestlemania wasn’t worth the wait
I managed to escape April Fool’s Day without being pranked, thankfully. I was, however, amused to hear that a radio station near my parents (and by “a radio station”, you know I really mean “the radio station”) had broadcast an announcement that people were panning for gold in a stream behind a pub in Llangennech. Brilliant.
The open day on Monday was an exhausting affair. Rather than doing anything particularly noteworthy, I had to lug tables, chairs and assorted equipment up and down stairs and in lifts. In the process, I nearly tipped over several hundred grands-worth of scanning machine. Close call. I got home at about 9 and slept for nearly half a day…
I had restrained myself and did not read the Wrestlemania results in anticipation of watching the event on Tuesday evening. I shouldn’t have bothered - some shoddy (and not at all crowd-pleasing) outcomes really ruined the experience, and helped me easily knock on the head any notion of flying to Detroit next year to watch Wrestlemania 23 at Ford Field…
For the record, Louise and I scored evenly when it came to our predictions. 6 out of 12.
All of this isn’t to say that the show didn’t have it’s moments, particularly the over-the-top entrances and the stuntwork. In fact, the Edge-Mick Foley match made for uncomfortable viewing, given the obvious real pain that their stunts were inflicting. The accompanying photo is of Edge rugby tackling Mick Foley through a flaming table to seal his victory. Edge (the one not wearing a layer of clothes for protection, no less) had been dropped in a pile of drawing pins moments before. Other highlights of the match included both men visibly drawing blood on camera, and Edge’s missus getting twatted in the lip with a stray coil of barbed wire (then bleeding all over herself). Clearly, they are all pussies and just know how to fall.