I’m sad because I’m missing Wrestlemania this year.
I’m not sad because I’m missing Wrestlemania this year, because the card looks putrid, NXT Takeover will inevitably be the better show, but Wrestlemania’s card looks putrid this year. Nobody wants to see Roman Reigns win the world title, nobody wants to see Kevin Owens be in a match that includes the Miz and Zack Ryder, and the best match of the night very well is going to be the Divas title match between Charlotte, Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks. No disrespect to the hardest working women in ages, but the rest of the card is definitely not worth sinking five hours of time into.
I am sad because I’m missing Wrestlemania this year, because it’s pretty much the first time in over a decade in which I’m not going to be watching it with some of my closest and longest tenured friends, whom we’ve had something of a tradition of doing for the better part of almost the last two decades. Prior to this year, the only two blips in the radar have been the times in which I actually attended Wrestlemania, which were cool in their own right, but paled in comparison to evenings of catching up, shooting the shit, stuffing our faces silly, and commentating on all the bad matches of the night.
Despite the fact that the Wrestlemania card this year looks like shit, I’m still disappointed that I’m not going to be able to watch the shitty card in the company of some of my closest friends, for the first time in ages.
Part of it has to do with my more recent change in jobs, in which I am genuinely liking my new job, but there’s no denying the fact that I am the low man on the totem pole currently, and I have zero paid time off accrued, and even though they claim that I can take time off unpaid, the fact that I like my job and wish to maintain in the good graces of said job means that I don’t want to take any time off, even if it’s for a sentimental tradition like Wrestlemania.
The other part of it has to do with the fact that even if I were willing to take some time off, or endure the 5 a.m. flight on Monday morning to make it to work on time, it’s simply the fact that my previous wings have been clipped, and my capability to take to the friendly skies have been rendered much more difficult, as I’m subject to doing what “ordinary” people have to do, which is paying full fares for guaranteed flights, and being at the mercy of the unpredictable and unwavering airline industry for fluctuating fares and times.
So needless to say, my opportunity to go back to my old stomping grounds and partake in an annual tradition has fallen short, and it makes me very sad. Hopefully, the circumstances will be different next year, but for this year, this weekend, I QQ.
