RAWGASM
This weeks’ Monday Night RAW took place in Gund Arena in beautiful Cleveland, Ohio. I grew up in c-bus, so seeing The Gund on TV was something of a homecoming for me. Meaning the crowd was filled with fat, pasty-white Midwesterners. (Man, I miss having funnel-cake pancakes for breakfast.)
Tonight’s episode was centered around respect. John Cena didn’t respect Eric Bischoff. Shelton Benjamin didn’t respect Eric Bischoff. The people of Cleveland didn’t respect Chris Jericho, the self-proclaimed “Ayatollah of Rock-n-Rolla”. Nobody respects the mullet. But by night’s end, you wouldn’t be able to swing a dead cat without it getting covered in crunchy kibbles of respect.



When it comes to the WWE, there are three things you can count on: the episode before a big PPV will suck, as they're resting all the superstars for their big PPV matches; the episode after a big PPV will suck, as the superstars are all recovering from their big PPV matches; and finally, any week of Smackdown will suck, as it's just plain horrible. (A custody battle storyline between Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio? Jebus! Just hand little Dominick over to the Mexicools and be done with it.)
First off, let me apologize for not covering this weekend's SummerSlam PPV. There are a couple of reasons for this, not the least of which is the wife frowns upon my actually paying to watch wrestling. To make matters worse, after a sunny afternoon spent fence-building and beer-drinking, I was too summer-hammered to try and sweet-talk mrs. copygodd into letting me watch a PPV.
So, how was your Labor Day weekend? Yeah, I know that question's a day late, but then so's this week's recap. But at least I have an excuse: Monday night the wife and I went up to see Tori Amos play Red Rocks. She makes me swoon. (Tori and the wife.) Okay, enough swooning... 












