It's a Vice

That's what I proclaim when I explain to people that, even at twenty five, I still enjoy watching wrestling. Truthfully, it's almost embarrassing at times. I mean, I pride myself on trying to be cool. And when that doesn't work, I still try to remain somewhat intelligent and refined. However, admitting that I enjoy watching big sweaty men who grapple with each other kind of throws off all the good qualities I sometimes demonstrate. Anyway, tonight I get to watch the Superbowl of wrestling entertainment, Wrestlemania 22. It costs $50 on Pay Per View and I have only got to see it live a couple of other times. But I've seen every other year, since its inception. It's indescribable. You just have to see it to believe it. I'm watching it with a friend from work and some of his buddies. In case you are curious at the history on the twenty two year old event, you can gohere for a well-storied documentation of the history. I watched my first event (Wrestlemania 1) in 1986 and I've forever been a fan. See, it's more nostalgia than actual interest. Although, I still am a little interested.