Faithful Readers, I’ve come to here today to let you know that I’ve recently made a decision to expand my sports writing…well, sort of.
Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t mean I’ll be going into in-depth coverage of Tom Brady and the Patriots or Kevin Garnett and the Celtics.
I really couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the NBA if I tried and the NFL only serves as a buffer between the last out of the World Series and the first day of Spring Training.
Rather, I’ve taken to writing about—WAIT FOR IT—professional wrestling.
Now, I realize that to most people—myself included—professional wrestling isn’t a real sport. It is essentially a gigantic testosterone-fueled soap opera infused with gratuitous violence.
If anyone is in the mood to comment and tell me that it’s all scripted, that’s okay…I’m already well-aware, but thanks for thinking of me.
If anyone is in the mood to comment and tell me that it’s all fake, that’s—well—wrong. They do really hit each other and there’s really no way to fake getting dropped on your back, it is all pre-planned, but it certainly isn’t fake.
That, however, isn’t what this is about. That debate has raged on for years and will probably rage on until the end of time or Vince McMahon’s death, whichever comes first.
There are a few major reasons why I’ve made this decision and they are as follows:
1) During baseball’s offseason, the amount of content to write about dips pretty precipitously until the Winter Meetings in early December and then again until Spring Training in February. As such, in order to keep myself busy and active over at BleacherReport.com, wrestling seemed like a pretty easy topic to dive into.
2) I was a HUGE wrestling fan as a kid. Anyone who has seen my collection of luchadore masks or seen my head pasted on the bodies of the Ultimate Warrior or “Macho Man” Randy Savage a dozen or so times on Facebook can attest to that.
3) If a dude wants to be a writer someday, it can’t hurt to have a diverse background of writing samples. Plus, some wrestling writers make decent coin and I’ve already heard back from two different wrestling editors complimenting my writing.
4) This may sound conceited—and that’s because it is—but most other wrestling writers are awful. Like Carrot Top bad. Like Carrot Top and Paris Hilton make a baby bad. Yeah, that bad.
5) This is the big one: it’s for my brother, Eric.
For those of you who are avid readers, you’ve heard me talk about Eric plenty here at “Blank Stares and Blank Pages.” Often times in reference to his many accomplishments at the Special Olympics.
Well, Eric is a huge wrestling fan. He watches the show every week and once a month my parents order the pay-per-view events for him to watch. He has followed it since he was a kid and has never given up on it.
As such, I’ve never given up on it, either. Wrestling is something that has always connected us, much like baseball has always connected with my Pappy, and that’s why I’ve refused to let it go.
I’m one of only a few people who really talk with Eric about wrestling and that’s a bond I’ve never wanted to lose. So ever since I went to college and quit watching it with Eric on a regular basis, I’ve spent a lot of time researching what’s going on in the wrestling world and I’ve learned a lot about it: the lingo, the behind-the-scenes action and everything else.
Every time I talk to Eric we spend at least half of our time chit-chatting about wrestling, so I figure since I’m essentially doing the research anyway and I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon, why not write about it.
So there you have it, Faithful Readers…if you see pitchers of half-naked dudes popping up on my sports blog, now you know why.
Unless it’s Joe Mauer or Chase Utley…that’s probably just man-crush related.