2009.03.21

We had a mini-wrestler-reunion this past Friday. I went to dinner with Cyrus Poe, Tommy Chill, "The Angry Black Man" Damien Kass, and Super Oprah. It has been a long time since I have seen the guys. We ate wings at Hooter's and told stories from the good old days. It was a blast.

Of course no get together could be complete without the retelling of the night that Damien Kass kissed me in the locker room. He took the "kiss and make up" concept a little too far. Fortunately, we have been able to overcome his boyish advances and maintain a healthy friendship.

Super Oprah is sick. She showed me photos on her phone that absolutely made me wretch. I just puked in my mouth a little bit thinking about those photos. I am going to change the subject before the images are further burned into my consciousness. She is one sick dude.

Tommy Chill, Cyrus Poe and I mostly shared stories about kicking people in the teeth and promoters asking us to kill young wrestlers. The only thing we really determined is that the joy of kicking someone in the face diminishes greatly when you have been asked to do it. It is much more fun to kick someone in the face unexpectedly.