I Saw Mick Foley And I Nutted My Pants
And he was right there! RIGHT THERE!
For those of you playing the home game, Ryan, Ron, and myself were seated on the floor, not only directly to the left of the entranceway, but directly in front of the entrance itself. They were prime seats, as we could clearly see into the ring; and if we couldn't see when the action spilled out of the squared circle, we could just turn around and watch the huge screen.
Ron assures me that I'm on television. Go to the Raw Unlimited section of the WWE website and watch Trish and Ashley getting helped to the back. I'm wearing my white Fuzzy Mo Posse shirt, for reference. I guess that's me; ya'll let me know if you concur.
While there was nothing that compared to the time "Bad" Bart Sawyer pointed to me and Josh and said "I don't need you", we did get a few interactions with some wrestlers. Tazz acknowledged Ryan as he made his way to the back after the Smackdown taping, and I got a raised fist from Brian Kendrick when I shouted "We love you, Spanky!" as he exited during a battle royal.
The greatest point of the night came during Smackdown. I got to see Chris Benoit vs. William Regal, LIVE!!! *SQUEAL!!!!!* Not only that, but JBL was standing on top of his limo right behind us, cheering on Regal and exchanging hilarious quips with audience members. (EXAMPLE: "Hey, how'd you hurt your hand, jacking off?" "No, spanking your momma's fat ass!") Not only that, but the lovely Jillian Hall was wearing her most revealing top yet and standing right next to JBL! ("What strip club did you find her at?" "The same one where I fould your momma!") I was conflicted; funny man worth paying attention to vs. large breasts vs. amazing technical wrestling. Too great a time.
I came home with a sore throat; I was the only hoarse member of our party. We got pretty drunk though; that two beers for $19 was worth every penny, because their idea of two beers is my idea of six.
Food now, then a movie. More later.
For those of you playing the home game, Ryan, Ron, and myself were seated on the floor, not only directly to the left of the entranceway, but directly in front of the entrance itself. They were prime seats, as we could clearly see into the ring; and if we couldn't see when the action spilled out of the squared circle, we could just turn around and watch the huge screen.
Ron assures me that I'm on television. Go to the Raw Unlimited section of the WWE website and watch Trish and Ashley getting helped to the back. I'm wearing my white Fuzzy Mo Posse shirt, for reference. I guess that's me; ya'll let me know if you concur.
While there was nothing that compared to the time "Bad" Bart Sawyer pointed to me and Josh and said "I don't need you", we did get a few interactions with some wrestlers. Tazz acknowledged Ryan as he made his way to the back after the Smackdown taping, and I got a raised fist from Brian Kendrick when I shouted "We love you, Spanky!" as he exited during a battle royal.
The greatest point of the night came during Smackdown. I got to see Chris Benoit vs. William Regal, LIVE!!! *SQUEAL!!!!!* Not only that, but JBL was standing on top of his limo right behind us, cheering on Regal and exchanging hilarious quips with audience members. (EXAMPLE: "Hey, how'd you hurt your hand, jacking off?" "No, spanking your momma's fat ass!") Not only that, but the lovely Jillian Hall was wearing her most revealing top yet and standing right next to JBL! ("What strip club did you find her at?" "The same one where I fould your momma!") I was conflicted; funny man worth paying attention to vs. large breasts vs. amazing technical wrestling. Too great a time.
I came home with a sore throat; I was the only hoarse member of our party. We got pretty drunk though; that two beers for $19 was worth every penny, because their idea of two beers is my idea of six.
Food now, then a movie. More later.