Ah yes, it's that annual holiday where a semi-significant portion of the country gathers around their pay-per-view screens to watch giant men pretend to fight in their underwear. Yes, today is the day for Wrestlemania 23.
I discovered Playboy Buddy Rose, Kurt Hennig, Billy Jack Haynes, Rip the Crippler Oliver, the Assassin, the Dynamite Kid and company when I was just a lad and even though I know it's stupid, the bug has never completely left me. I don't follow nearly as much as I used to because I hate a lot of what the WWE has become: idiotic storylines, uses of women so juvenille as to make it impossible to invite friends to partake, and all that jazz. But once a year I can't help myself. I've gotta watch. And to be fair the last few Wrestlemanias have been pretty darn good.
I'm anticipating some disappointment this year. There's no fan-popping Rock-Hogan moment scheduled on the card. There's no classic Benoit-Angle type match either for the purists. Shawn Michaels will probably steal the show but we've seen that before. Batista-Undertaker? Probably all downhill after the introductions. Unless they throw out a surprise or two I'm prepared to be underwhelmed. Nevertheless I'll probably take it in. So for one day a year only, if you want to comment on the IQ-sucking spectacle that is pro wrestling, be my guest. And if you're watching this evening, let me know what you thought.