King Kamala

I was very close to putting him in the members list but then I realized nobody really knows and/or cares about the dude.

As a non-participant, I support this idea. Especially if one of the winners goes to the other's house and ambushes him and steals his part of the prize ala Bad News Brown at WrestleMania IV.

Five Favorite David Bowie songs 5. Word On A Wing 4. Five Years 3. Oh! You Pretty Things 2. Be My Wife 1. Station to Station Oh let's go with five favorite Bowie albums while we're at it 5. Aladdin Sane 4. Low 3. Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars 2. Hunky Dory 1. Station to Station Since I did five favorite solo Lennon songs, let's do solo McCartney as well. 5. Too Many People 4. Teddy Boy 3. Let Me Roll It 2. Junk 1. Another Day

Managing to get Red Sox tickets. Sure they're shitty SRO tickets but hey it's only about $25 after all of the surcharges. Plus I broke the weird four year streak where I could only get tickets to see them against The Kansas City Royals.

Light jazz at its finest.

That was intentional unintentional humor by the way. If that makes any sense. Hey, when's the Worst Poster Tournament? March (in time for the NCAA tournament/Oscars)?

Well no...I'm just saying Maven hardly qualifies as a celebrity in the wrestling world let alone amongst non-wrestling fans. Besides he didn't do anything interesting in the house except hit on that hot Playboy model occasionally.

Yeah, what the hell happened to The Surreal Life? I remember they had a press release for Season Seven about a year ago listing the cast which had "Macho Man" Randy Savage, Phil Hellmuth, Carrot Top, Miss Cleo, and Honestly, The Surreal Life was the epitome of a show with diminishing returns. The first two seasons on WB were truly the best. Loved the argument between MC Hammer and Corey Feldman in the first season over Corey taking a twenty minute dump. Truly surreal. The first season on VH1 (the one that's spawned a gajillion spinoffs) was pretty awesome too but after that, they just progressively worse. Last season was pretty terrible. Who cares about Florence Henderson and Tawny Kitaen's beef? And everybody else in the cast was just boring (and Maven qualifies as a D list celebrity? I don't think I'd have him anywhere on the alphabet!)

Around the time of Tourgasm...damn, my fondness for "performers go out on the road" documentaries/TV series...made me watch that show. My brothers were huge into Dane Cook around '03/'04 but stopped liking him when he got a bunch of teenage girl fans. Par for the course for most performers in the comic and music worlds. I can honestly say I never really liked the guy though he's too bland to deserve my full on, vitriolic hatred.

Oh I nearly put Boston's self-titled debut on My Ten Favorite Albums list. If the list were expanded to twenty, I would have definitely put it on there.

Jim Gaffigan, Zack Galifinakis, and Dave Chappelle are probably my top three current ones.

Yep...that battle royal also has everybody going after recent Royal Rumble winner, Shawn Michaels at the beginning and HBK getting out of harm's way by throwing himself over the top. Fun match.

I'm having a hard time remembering the movies of '05. That was a great year in my life, not so much for movies. I think my favorites that year were Hustle and Flow, 40 Year Old Virgin, and Me and You and Everyone We Know...what an odd trio. No Direction Home would be up there but I think that premiered on PBS so I guess it's in a whole other category.

Yeah the key difference between Milky and Brody is that Milky adds stuff to the discussion in a lot of folders that's entirely unrelated to sick shit, Brody on the other hand doesn't really add anything worthwhile other than sick shit and even that's getting tiresome.

Cinderella Man was a pretty good by the numbers sports movie but was ruined for me by the dopes who unironically stood on their feet and cheered when Jim Braddock beat Max Baer. I like an enthusiastic movie audience as much as the next guy but that was ridiculous.

I think Brody's amusing for about ten minutes every two months or so. The rest of the time? Annoying as fuck. And I wasn't surprised at all that the dope is A TROOFER. My solution is to simply ban Brody and then bring 'em back every year or two for a couple weeks before banning him again. He's the quintessential poster best in small doses.

Embarrassing confession time; I find said annoying brunette oddly attractive. Doesn't change the fact that the commercials suck though.

Current favorites (in no particular order) "Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)" by Marvin Gaye "Teddy Boy" by Paul McCartney "For No One" by The Beatles "If There Is Something" by Roxy Music "This Whole World" by The Beach Boys "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince "Across 110th Street" by Bobby Womack "Real Man" by Todd Rundgren "Come See About Me" by The Supremes "Bernadette" by The Four Tops

Yeah, I liked it better than Brokeback Mountain as well. Brokeback Mountain was perhaps better made but it always has stood out to me as a stereotpical staid period doomed love affair film with two dudes.

IIRC, the guy who was selling it to him told Randy that he could give him something like $400 up front and he knew that Randy would be good for the rest. Still a bit unrealistic but not as much so.

Crash wasn't as terrible as some people make it out to be...but Bob's right, winning Best Picture is the worst thing that ever happened to it. It's an OK movie (way too preachy and a bit manipulative) but a terrible Best Picture.

From one half of a famous wrestling couple to another half of another wrestling profile. Today, we'll be talking about a man some consider to be a poor man's version of last week's subject, Randy Savage..."Wild Man" Marc Mero. Name: Marc Mero Also Known as: Johnny B. Badd (WCW) Height: 5'11 Weight: 215 pounds Age: 48 Debut: 1991 Retired: 2005 Accomplishments: Former WWF Intercontinental Champion, 3 Time Former WCW World Television Champion, PWI and Wrestling Observer Rookie of The Year (1991) Career Summary: Mero began his athletic career as an amateur boxer in his home state of New York. He would go onto win four New York State titles, including The New York Golden Gloves tournament. In 1990, after a brief career in bodybuilding, he moved to Florida where he was trained by the legendary Malenko Family. Shortly after debuting, he attended a WCW television taping where he was given a tryout. After several months of occassional appearances as a jobber, then WCW booker signed Mero to a contract and repackaged him as Johnny B. Badd, a Little Richard look alike who shot off his Badd Blaster confetti gun before his matches. Surprisingly, Mero was able to get over with this gimmick, which was toned down considerably over the years. He became a fixture of WCW's mid-card in the early to mid '90s, winning the WCW Television title three times. He would go on to leave the company in early '96 in the midst of The Monday Night Wars to sign with the rival WWF alongside other disgruntled former WCWers Steve Austin and Mick Foley. There he debuted as "Wild Man" Marc Mero managed by his real life wife, Sable. In September of '96, he defeated Farooq Assad to win the vacant WWF Intercontinental title. He held the title for only a month before losing it to Hunter Hearst Helmsley. In February of '97, Mero tore a ligament and was put on the sidelines for the next six months. He returned six months later as "Marvelous" Marc Mero, as an arrogant heel playing up his boxing past and his jealousy over his wife/manager's increasing popularity with the fans. He would feud with his wife alongside new manager, Jacqueline in what was perhaps the most memorable feud of his career. Mero would go onto leave the WWF alongside Sable in early '99. Mero seemingly disappeared from the world of professional wrestling for several years, save for a random run-in during an episode of WCW Thunder in April 2000. He would make his in-ring return as Johnny B. Badd in the short lived XWF in late 2001, remaining with the company until its closure. He would appear sporadically for TNA in late '04 and early '05 as Johnny B. Badd before retiring to open up a gym in Central Florida. Mero would return to prominence- not in the squared circle but in the world of cable news talk shows as a guest following the tragic Chris Benoit murder/suicide in June 2007. His appearances calling for greater regulation of the wrestling industry would garner much controversy. Questions 1. In the long run, do you think Sable and his ensuing feud with her (the in-ring one) helped or hurt his career? 2. Let's play the "What if" card. What if Marc Mero wasn't plagued with consistant injury problems through out his WWF stint? Would he have reached similar heights as the men he had joined WWF alongside; Mankind and Steve Austin(remember Mero was perhaps the most hyped and certainly the most well paid of the three when they entered the company in the first part of '96)? Would he have maintained the mid-card position he had in late '96/early '97? 3. What was best; the WCW run as Johnny B. Badd or the WWF run as Wild Man/Marvelous Marc Mero? I'm assuming no one will consider his XWF or TNA runs the highlight of his career. 4. In twenty years, what will he be best remembered for? His in-ring career or his role as a straight shooting media gadfly (and the list of guys he wrestled who died) after the Benoit murders-suicide? 5. Now the obligatory final question; Favorite matches, moments, etc.

The short answer is the big guys don't need titles to maintain their credibility. At least, if they're booked to look like monsters like Taker is or Andre The Giant was back in the '70s and '80s.

I find the dumb wrestling fans to be entertaining, but only in small doses. When I went to indy shows every month, it wore a bit thin. Didn't help that the wrestlers weren't much smarter (if I had a quarter, every time one of the heels would call me a "faggot" for no particular reason!) Now that I only go to a show every other year or so, I'm more entertained than annoyed.

Randy Savage as commentator is one of my biggest guilty pleasures. The announcing team of him, Vince McMahon, and Bobby Heenan have provided me much laughter (intentional and otherwise over the years). Of course, my love of Savage the commentator is almost entirely attributable to the fact that he was the color commentator when I started watching wrestling.