OH, SHAWN!! He's back! He's really back! He said so!! I saw him say it, even if he didn't have a mic! OH, MY GOD! I'm dying. I've gone to Heaven. He's really back.. I can't believe it! HO-LY SHITE! After all this crapola, Shawn's back! THANK YOU, DEITY! I can die, now.
as long as it's restricted to a fake 3-inning game that takes place hours before REAL players go out and play some REAL baseball.
Shawn Michaels is an insufferable little prick with a bad back and a bad haircut. And after a month of bad writing and no matches, all you HBK marks will be thinking, if not saying, the same thing.
The Outsider was right: nostalgia is an odious symptom of a fearful, dying society.
A cool idea, if I may say so. One thing I've never really understood about WrestleMania...they build it up as the biggest show of the year, and rightfully so...