So, amidst the less-than-hyped system I was trapped in, I still went to see Saturday Night's Main Event with Bo last night. I almost gave that ticket away, and boy, I'm so glad I yielded the persuasion, otherwise, I could've missed a whole damn lot. As many of you know, I'm a big fan of professional wrestling, so if some of you aren't down with that, I advise you to leave. This entry will be filled by what will be a spastic narration, no less.
We arrived at the AAC 15 minutes late of the starting time which was 5:30pm. All along I was questioning as to why it begins at 5:30, when TV guide says that the program starts at 7, and it's supposed to be aired live. Dumbass me didn't realize that it's airing on network television, and for that reason, parts of it were needed to be pre-taped. And so after eating a wondrous whataburger, Papa dropped us off the west entrance, and we readily headed our way to the line, and waited for an estimated 15 minutes under the scorching Dallas heat. Then, we finally settled on our more than satisfying seats at exactly 6:00pm. The view was better than what we could've expected. It just sucked a bit because Paul London had a match and we hardly caught any action. So anyway, I was seated next to my brother, of course, and a black guy to my right who has an uncanny resemblance to Mavs' Erick Dampier. I was a little bit conscious at first because the seats were not as convenient as they're supposed to be, especially for Texans, but as the gentleman I assume he was, he made me feel comfortable with the way I was seated. Needless to say, he also seemed like someone I befriended throughout the show. He was funny.
I was slightly disappointed though, because a lot of the matches, seemed to have been choreographed hastily and lazily (dark matches excluded). I guess, I'm only bitching because my first time was superbly sulit. I paid $60 bucks for a floor seat, and I was supplied with 3 hours of jampacked grappling. Whereas, this $40-dollar treat couldn't compare. BUT, there is one thing that I was witness of last night, that I didn't get the chance to see the previous time. Underfrickintaker! Holyshitness. That was the most surreal thing I have ever seen. As a kid, I would be extremely horrified by his gigantic creature, and those devilish antics, let alone his freakishly chiller music. But he is a phenom, per se, and as a fan that I am, it was the cherry atop the fabulous night that I was having. I have finally seen The Undertaker! I can die now.
Who's my favorite, you ask? Well, right off the bat, I'll tell you it's Triple H and HBK. But I also happen to be a fan of John Cena, who unfortunately faded as a major favorite among the crowd. The best thing about the event though was that I was inserted in a crowd of men who all know their shit, my brother included. Unlike others on the other side who only "boo" people just so they'd get hitched by a certain bandwagon. I take my brother as a perfect example of this point I'm trying to make. In the more than 10 years of his passionate adoration for professional wrestling, he only worships three people. Them being: Triple H, Mick Foley and Ric Flair. Yes, Hulk Hogan doesn't count as his god. Anyway, I knew that he loathed Cena, much like a lot of you do. Hence, my surprised reaction when he applauded him. He clapped, just like all the men around us did. And that minimal applause ingrained my integral respect for my brother and his own share of fanaticism. He's just not another professional wrestling die-hard. He's one of them genuinely smart fans, who give mature ovation whenever it is due.
Speaking of my brother, he was the one taking the pictures and the videos simultaneously. So I credit him for everything we've got. It's just unfortunate though that the images doesn't come close to justifying what we saw, personally. Check them out here and here.
Overall, it was a decent treat. Good show, great seats, best part of the crowd. I had a ball. My mother presently says that the next time WWE comes to town, she won't be paying for the tickets anymore. She actually said the same thing last year, haha. But I guess, we won't torture her any longer. It's my father's turn the next time around. Kidding! I cheered for Batista the loudest, just so you know. He's a fella, and I can't help but be so proud of him. Have you seen his new ink? Anyway, this is lengthy enough. So long.