Alright. I made a big to-do about my return to wrestling, then I go off on a ridiculous 15 city Sex Tour and come back and make a ridiculous decision to turn my cable off until basketball season starts. It’s given me more time to write, but also given me less time to pay attention to wrestling, which should be confusing because you’d think I’d have more time to download some wrestling and write about it.

(Oh, I’ve been downloading. The files currently spinning into my laptop are Radiohead 13 Albums (Somehow all my Radiohead files disappeared. There’s a 50% chance a track from Kid A appeared on Shuffle and I activated the “delete this and all related files” shortcut, Lost Season Three (Watching it again with a first-timer and catching all sorts of stuff for the first time, like just now noticing the tension between Locke and Jack), Ghosts of Flatbush (An old school Dodgers documentary, feeding my hunger to catch up on the franchise history) and Meat Beat Manifesto (Meat Beat Manifesto).

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Monday’s RAW was the best since my return. The last time I stopped watching wrestling I filled the competitive hole with the NBA. I’ve since become a huge fan of the New Orleans Hornets. The kind of fan who reads all kinds of blogs, the kind of fan who purchased the League Pass to watch every game, the kind of fan who travels to see games. My return to professional wrestling conveniently coincided with the Hornets being ousted from the playoffs so it’s been rather easy to convert the time normally used for basketball to the WWE.

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I didn’t watch tonight’s pay-per-view event, Judgement Day, but I just got my results from this jabroni:

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I was taking a Geology class at LSU when I first noticed Lindsey. As far as I could tell she met my requirements – she dressed nice, smiled nice and looked nice. For weeks I sat a couple of rows behind her, completely content with having no idea where she was from or what she sounded like. It’s not that I was shy, it was just that from a distance we had a good thing going.

A couple of months into class I approached Lindsey and we had lunch. Although it was pretty clear we were two very different people, I decided to pursue her. After not getting what I wanted, we grew into a strong friendship that continued over the next two years. Not Chris Masters’ Masterlock strong, but definitely Rick Martel Boston Crab strong. I was there while she dealt with several awful relationships. I was there when she experimented with alcohol and drugs for the first time. Our friendship was strong but it felt like a tease.

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