If you've been reading along at home, you may remember that I've previously alluded to my passing obsession with pro wrestling. And if memory serves, you may also recall that I've occasionally implied that my brother is nuts. These points are both relevant to the following tale.
September, 1999. Monday Night Raw, broadcasting live from Nassau Coliseum. First match of the night. If you look at just the right moment, over the left shoulder of The Big Show, you will see, about five rows up from the floor, a young man of above-average height next to a young woman in a black tank top standing on her chair and holding, above her head, a green cardboard sign with white block letters.
Those letters, merely a blur on-screen, spell out the immortal term:
"GUMBYHUMPER"
...which not only has absolutely nothing to do with the match at hand, or with wrestling at all, for that matter, neither of us — despite its origin in the warped mind of my brother himself — have ever even pretended to understand what it means. But we got ourselves on TV, baby!!!
Raw is War, y'all. ;)
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So...if fame is your thing, then you should hire your nutty brother as a career manager pronto!.
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