Wednesday, August 09, 2006


I don't know how the WWF (or the 2006 equivalent) got resurrected in my living room, but apparently it has.

A stronghold of interest has gripped Stevie like Hulk Hogan on George the Animal Steel, and for the last few weeks he has relayed grudge matches to me in nauseating detail at every possible second.

I can feign interest in a lot of things, my friends, but professional wrestling ain't one of them.

But I've done my best. I even offered up the rather cool past life fact that I used to hawk cotton (that's trade for "vending souvenirs") at every Smackdown that rolled through Motown back in the day.

And through all of his Vince McMahon narratives, I haven't the heart to tell him it's fake. God, I feel like he just caught me slipping money under his pillow.

But perhaps I should have.

Because we were at the emergency room today with a sprained wrist resulting from "The Wrist Breaker," a little move he and his friend came up with.

A highly-effective and aptly-named move I might add.


Chris Kearns said...


The WWF (really the WWE-copywright BS) has taken over my home too. Brian has been a fan since he was a child and is thrilled that his little girl loves it too. I think the boys in class had something to do with this transformation. Needless to say, I leave the room. I've been to a few of these events with my husband (to be the supportive wife) but I will not allow him to take my little girl. I have to put my foot down at some point. I do have to tell you that the level of "trash talking" has increased in our home. Just know that you are not alone and I share in your pain. No, we haven't been to the ER yet- but I know that day will come. It will probably be Brian not Meg. He will pull his back out or something of that nature. He still thinks he's 20!! Gotta love him.


Tracey said...

A little update--he fractured it. Dr. Love put him in a cast today. Maybe Stevie and Nathan could show Brian some of their awesome moves...