In HHH we trust

Because I’m such a know-it-all, I like to think that I’m one step ahead of the average wrestling fan; I know that doesn’t sound like anything to necessarily be proud of, but whatever I’m a wrestling fan and there’s no point in denying it. But that means I don’t necessarily root for the obvious things that the business is trying to steer the fans towards, and I like to think that I’m capable of seeing the things between the lines and being able to identify when there’s ironic truths hidden in scripted promos and storylines.

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Passing of an icon

We all know this photo – I call it “The Kiss,” although there’s all sorts of names for it, none of which seem to be official or not.  It’s an iconic image of celebration and victory.

For what it’s worth I like the photograph, because it invokes a lot of positive emotion for me.  Victory, celebration, joy, jubilation, and the romantic in me eats this kind of stuff up.  I like that there’s a gigantic statue of it out in San Diego, and I smirk approvingly whenever it’s paid homage to, but it’s not something I’ve really given a whole lot of thought to otherwise.

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It’s about time

This is to confirm that your recent purchase at the Lehigh Valley IronPigs Official Store (Order# redacted), has been shipped.

Your order is being shipped via U.S. Priority Mail with tracking number redacted.

The bacon cap is on its way.  Halle-fuckin’-llujah.  This is wonderful news going into the weekend that can only be sufficiently personified by Taylor Swift.

We’re #1!  We’re #1!

#1 in being the city where pimps make the most money per week, that is.  Go Atlanta!

Honestly, I can say that I’m kind of surprised and that I’m also not surprised by this revelation.  It’s not that surprising given all the evidence of there being a correlation between minorities and prostitution, and Atlanta being such a diverse place with a large wealth of minorities in and surrounding the city, it comes as no surprise that the prostitution rate is subsequently as high.

However, I do find it somewhat surprising, because as long as I’ve lived here, I’ve never seen any evidence of prostitution with my very own eyes.  Now I don’t make a habit of deliberately driving down streets in the middle of the night or anything, but I am no stranger to night driving, through areas where prostitution might be prone to occurring.  Maybe it’s not like an 80s movie, where street walkers in leather skirts and leopard print boobie shirts are hanging out on well-lit sidewalks, but the way the articles mention a correlation between prostitution to there being three major interstates gives off a little implication that some spontaneous street propositioning might still be somewhat of a practice today.  Regardless, the bottom line is that I can’t say that I’ve seen any hookers in Atlanta, in spite of the evidence that apparently either a lot exist, or that they’re really expensive here.

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I don’t think people understand how this works

I was at the store the other day, and I saw a kid wearing a shirt that said “I Converse Logo MEXICO.”  Naturally, I get that it’s one of the thousands of parodies that exist based on the iconic slogan/logo of “I ♥ NY,” but it doesn’t change the fact there are now thousands of poorly done parodies that exist in general.  Just because most people can interpret what the intended meaning of a graphic is, doesn’t mean it’s an excuse for it to be complete rubbish.  I really don’t believe people understand how parodying I ♥ NY is supposed to work.  Frankly, I don’t really believe a lot of people understand how a parody itself works, but one thing at a time.

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#bobbleworldproblems

Ugh, I can’t believe I just used a hashtag as my title line, but frankly it is pretty succinct in this particular application.

Anyway, I’ve made no secret that I’m a pretty terrible baseball fan these days, and as the 2014 season approaches closer and closer, I should be getting more excited than I am, because when the day is over, I still really do like baseball.  It’s just that it’s not as all-consuming to me as it once was, and I kind of view baseball as the ultimate and greatest fallback activity there is, and when it comes to travel, no travel seems necessarily complete without having viewed some baseball in some capacity.

One thing that has remained consistent throughout the years though, is my craze for baseball bobbleheads.  I really still can’t explain it, but I really do enjoy collecting them, and the accumulation of more bobbleheads is something that I’m pretty passionate about as the seasons come and go.  More than the release of schedules of games and opponents, I’m more excited about the release of the schedules of promotions, with hopes that I’ll see bobbleheads listed among them.  Not just at home in Atlanta, I have my eyes peeled, and ears to the ground when it comes to bobbleheads all throughout Major League Baseball as well as, throughout the minor leagues.  Especially those that are Braves affiliates.

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Happy trails, Rashard Mendenhall

Long story short: NFL running back, Rashard Mendenhall retires.  He’s 26-years old, which is still considered young enough in NFL age, but has a lot of methodical reasons for walking away regardless.

It doesn’t really matter what sport it is, I always have this sense of admiration for guys who walk away when they really didn’t have to, and walk away on their own terms.  Maybe it’s the fact that in present time, professional sports are put on such an insurmountable pedestal, and there’s something about a professional athlete looking at their respective league and saying “nah, I don’t need you anymore,” that brings it down a peg or two.  Or maybe it’s the fact that they simply don’t see professional sport and the riches it can provide as a true means to an end, and that they can live their lives without it that seems somewhat admirable.  Either way, when guys retire on their own terms, most of the time I’m in agreement and respect their decisions.

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