Manic Digression

I have grown up with wrestling being a huge part of my life from back before I was knee high to a jabroni. To this day, I don't think my older brother has ever hugged me; however, he has violently Ric Flair chopped me across the chest as a formal greeting of endearment for years. (Even on my wedding day, there were some knife-edged chops coming at me on the dance floor. Woooo!) There is a very good possibility that I did not miss a single pay-per-view (WWE or WCW) between 1993 through the summer of 1999. In fact, I was hosting Nitro Parties long before it was cool to have large groups of people come over and watch professional wrestling (Guys, just go with me on what will be our working definition of the word "cool" for the remainder of the blog post). I watched live the night Stone Cold Steve Austin beat Jake "The Snake" Roberts - the night Austin 3:16 was born. I watched the night Hulk Hogan told the fans to "Stick It" when the New World Order

Editor's Note: Ordinarily, my blog is comprised entirely of poorly placed pictures combined with a scattered collection of anecdotes loosely based on a single theme or concept. Often times I will digress to the point where there is no longer any semblance of a coherent conclusion whereupon I will hit "Publish" and go to bed. Today's blog entry will be no different.  EXPLAINING TO MY WIFE THE BENEFITS OF OWNING A GIANT SIZE GODZILLA FIGURE Some days I feel a state of constant despair when I consider all that is asked of me to perform my best as a husband, a father, a store manager, and the occasional Extreme Couponer. Whenever I get down on myself and feel like I am just not measuring up to the level society tells me I should be I go to the Kmart close to my store and remind myself life could be far worse. When Obi Wan Kenobi is looking out over Mos Eisley and says to Luke Skywalker,  "Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scu