I've been writing for Hair Balls, the Houston Press blog, for a little less than a year now. It's been fun, and they've been remarkably permissive in allowing me to write about pretty much any stupid thing that pops into my head.
One of my latest stupid ideas was attending WrestleMania XXV. Happily, their permissiveness also extends to the print edition, and I actually have a column in this week's paper (page 11, if you feel like picking up a copy...and you live in Houston).
Anyway, here's the link. Hopefully you'll enjoy the Hornswoggle/Kobe Bryant comparison.
Taking your article to heart, I like rebranding the “Big Game” as “the Wrestlemania of football.”
And of all the gloriously ridiculous sights at the show—from Hornswoggle’s aforementioned multiple bodyslam, to the “Shawn Michaels descends from Heaven”/”The Undertaker rises from Hell” sfx spectacular, to “Rowdy” Roddy’s eyegougery, to Koko B. Ware in a snazzy tuxedo with his trademark parrot on his arm—my favorite happened to be the kid sitting next to me. He was a wide-eyed black boy of about eight, decked out in an Undertaker t-shirt, neon-green-and-purple elbow-length Jeff Hardy gloves, a Rey Mysterio luchador mask, and a Hornswoggle leprechaun hat…all of which he wore at the same time, for the entire five-hour show.
That little guy RULED. He was like a tiny Super-Adaptoid of the WWE.
movin’ on up, P-town!!!