Frenchy's Rant

Wrestlemania, our biggest PPV of the year, is live tonight from Chicago. And by some small miracle, our TV truck isn’t parked next to the dumpsters. It’s usually easy to find our TV truck, just follow your nose.

Not today, this is the BIG TIME! There’s nothing that could distract us today!

Being across the street from one of the busiest runways in the world shouldn’t distract us too much…

I am officially giving myself a GFY award for Extreme Laziness in Blogging.

Congratulations to me!

The nice thing about a blog is when you have something great, or stupid, or interesting (or not) to write about, you can just sit down and hack it out. Boom! There it is, and the Faithful Fifteen might read it, and some might even enjoy it.

But, it’s similar to self-torturing yourself at the gym. Skip one day, and it’s really easy to not go back.

And to be honest, it seems like the same day is happening over and over and over again. Life right now is like the movie Groundhog Day… (and by the way, DAMN YOU PHIL!!!)

For example, a recent flight to Chicago was supposed to take fifty minutes, but with every announcement from the pilot, the flight duration doubled. Three hours later we were still in orbit above Windy City.

Again.

It’s not funny, it’s actually pretty sad.

When the WWE started going to Iraq for the Christmas with the Troops shows, the TV Crew had to get inoculation shots for Yellow Fever, Bubingi Plague, Hepatitis A, B, C, D and F, Rabies and a whole host of other exotic sounding ways to die.

While I was pretty sure I was up to date, the WWE Doctor, who I affectionately call Dr. Mengele, said I needed one more shot in the Whooping Cough series to be current. Bravely, I protested, whining that I was almost positive that I already had more than enough shots, thank you very much. He said he would re-check the records, and get back to me.

Great.

Well, good ol’ Dr. Mengle did come back, with fantastic news. Honestly, I have no idea how he found my hiding place. That guy is good! After checking the records, he found that I needed not one but TWO shots. For being such a little pussy earlier, he decided to administer a Tetanus booster as well.

I got three injections from needles easily the diameter of a soda straw. I’m pretty sure one went clear through my arm, and right into my heart. But the good news is, I am now caught up, and resistant to just about everything. The better news is nobody was around to hear me yelping like a little girl as I was shooting up. The best news of all is I should be able to sit down again any day now.