Last evening, I stumbled upon a broadcast of World Wrestling Entertainment's WWE Smackdown.
I had not watched wrestling since my youth, when I would stay up late to catch WWF: Raw and quench my prepubescent thirst for blood and breasts. Female breasts…not Rikishi’s.
Although the evening's program was rife with all the essential wrestling elements I had cherished, (steel chairs to the face, pyrotechnic explosions, spandex trunks with the wrestler's name emblazoned on the ass) I…
Posted on January 15, 2010 at 10:18pm