Maybe I'm a sensitive 90's guy after all. There were three distinct moments where I found myself fighting back the tears while watching Smackdown! this evening. First, when the Dudley's parted ways, right there in Philly. Then when the APA officially closed shop, water actually trickled down my face. I know that these "splits" may not last, but I was touched at the good-bye's nonetheless. It may have had as much to do with knowing how good of friends each of these duo's are, that they travel together, heat together, hang out together, shower toge... Maybe not that, but they are the best of buds, and now they are separated. How sad.
The third time I became misty eyed? When I realized that the Freaks from Fayetteville, the Hardy Boyz, would still be together, looking as goofy and gay as ever.
I kinda, well threw up, because this was about as final as the middle of a domino chain. This "brand extension" seems to me to change very little.
So it was a throwaway episode masquerading as something important. Rather than try to settle some old debts and finalize the draft in some logical manner (so that both teams could have a relatively fresh start), we got a eulogy of Steph and the APA.
DEAN~ sez: Now, I may be sticking my big size 11 into my mouth here, but doesn't the song go: "You think I'm psycho doncha, mama?" Or were your referencing Motley Crue and not Leon Payne? I'll go away now. Smackdown rulez!