Turning heel on Bret Hart

The other day, while trying to undermine Jen’s online streaming Netflix queue, I re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, essentially the Bret Hart/Montreal Screw Job story.  As many people know, wrestling is indeed scripted, and to some degree “fake,” but the story of the Montreal Screw Job was very much real, or it is one of the longest-standing, existing storylines going on 14 years now.

Long story short: then-WWF champion Bret Hart’s contract was up, and WWF Vince McMahon owner felt that he couldn’t match the offer by Ted Turner and WCW (three years, $9 million guaranteed), so it was agreed that Hart would be allowed to WCW with no hard feelings upon expiration of his WWF contract.  So instead of having Bret Hart lose the belt at any time before his departure, Vince McMahon waited to the very last day of Hart’s contract, deviated from the scripted finish of his final match on live pay-per-view with the assistance of several conspirators, and portrayed Bret Hart as submitting to a wrestling hold, thus stripping him of the championship, in his home country of Canada.

As a result, Bret Hart has held a grudge against Vince McMahon, and involved conspirators for the better part of the last decade and change, and only within the last two years has pretended to bury the hatchet in order to financially benefit from DVD collections, appearance fees, and for the sake of his wrestling next-of-kin.

Throughout the span of the last 14 years, Bret Hart has been made to look like the victim, a martyr, in this whole scenario, and that he did absolutely no wrong.  But after reading his excellent autobiography, and now having re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, I don’t agree with such a portrayal anymore.  Maybe it’s because I’m older, more jaded, and possibly a little more understanding of the business standpoint, but the way I see it now, Vince McMahon was right in his iconic post-screw job interview – Bret screwed Bret.

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Ye old fashioned photo dump

I’ve been a bad, bad brogger.  I’ve let far too much time to pass since I last posted.  But like in the olden days, ten days isn’t that bad.  I used to make posts once a month once things got bad.  I have my reasons though.  The chief one being that the baseball season has begun once again, and that has consumed a great deal of my time.  It’s not like I haven’t been writing all these days, it’s just not on my personal brog.  Enjoying the exposure I can get writing for a site, I’ve been doing plenty of sports-humor writing over at the site in which I’m one of the authors, Talking Chop.  Anyway, if you actually are curious to know the kind of shit I do there, under a pseudonym, no less, take a gander here.

But anyway, in all these last ten days, there have been plenty of photographs taken.  Easter Sunday’s egg painting, the Atlanta Braves Opening Day that saw the wonderful magic of the debut of the phenomenal Jason Heyward, my evening up in Lawrenceville to catch the Opening Day of the minor league Gwinnett Braves, and most notably, my day trip into Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where I paraded around as, and met wrestling legend, Sergeant Slaughter.  At a baseball game, duh.  Oh yeah, you better believe it.

Anyway, I’ll have some more stories to share soon.  I’ve done a little bit of writing here and there, and I’ll take the time to be a good brogger again shortly.

 

Photos: Steak vs. Career Weekend

It does feel like it’s been a while since I last took my camera anywhere, doesn’t it?  I guess being the on-and-off employed hermit that I am these days, I’m not afforded such photographic luxuries lately.

Anyway, this past weekend was the yearly tradition that has known no boundaries – Wrestlemania.  The weekend itself was not too shabby, despite many factors that tried to make it so, but in the company of good friends and family, fun prevails.  As time permits, I’ll likely delve into the stories behind the photographs, but for time being, here are the photos from my weekend.  Which was good, but man, I have to admit that everything before my trip, and certainly on the tail end of things has me really hating life right about now.

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