Pro Wrasslin' Day

Yesterday, several of the GRH braintrust engaged in the time-honored tradition of youtubing old professional wrestling clips. It was one of the best days I've had in a while. Now, presented with minimal commentary, some of our favorites.

First up, the Ultimate Warrior freaks out. Cocaine and steroids are pretty much what makes sports entertainment great.


Now we have Ric Flair. I yell stuff like this to myself every morning. Because I'm the champ.


Everybody remembers where they were this night. I would like to draw attention to the Diesel and Razor Ramon's signature hand to the ear move, the guy trying to get into the ring, and the sheer amount of garbage that ends up filling the ring.


Scott Steiner and Buff Bagwell were less wrestlers, and more just two dudes who got paid to work out and act like meat sticks. I loved them.


Sports entertainment will most likely never - AND THE ROCK MEANS NEVER - have a personality that can involve the fans like The Rock.


Again... cocaine and steroids.


This was epic.


Finally, I present this complete and utter insanity.


Have fun, everybody. I know I did.