As I waiting in anticipation for the start of the Rock/Hurricane match up, my one hope was that JR would try to keep his mouth shut and focus on the main event and call it all the way through. Boy, what an utter disappointment. It is bad enough I have to listen to the King, who is more and more like the Jester every Monday night, but then, in a match that could have been made even greater with solid announcing, JR completely blows it big time and spends almost the whole match talking about either:
1. Steve Austin 2. The Rock's ability not to beat Steve Austin at Wrestlemania 3. The Rock's other accomplishments 4. More Steve Austin
The only time he talked about the match was to either chastize the Rock (when he had the cape on) or to sell the Hurricane's heart. And, like we all knew it wouldn't happen then, each time Hurrincane got a two count, he would scream that the Hurricane almost won.
I wish to God I had the common sense to turn the volume off and enjoy the match. My frustration with JR and the King mounts weekly. At least at Wrestlemania, Cole and Tazz will announce half the card.
Big brother representative: Now, Mr. Simpson, may I ask why you're here? Homer's Brain: Don't say revenge. Don't say revenge. Homer: Ummm... revenge? Homer's Brain: Okay, that's it. I'm outta here. [Sound FX: step step step step step... slam]
I got an issue with JR's HHH comments too. How could he go from, "He's the most evil, sadistic..." to "the greatest of recent memory"? If I could be clear, I said in response "In the WWF, he was one of the best. But in the WWE, he's just so-so." I totally missed the days when JR would come up with every negative word imaginable to describe HHH. Ironically, JR uses them now for Chris Jericho. Come on JR, HHH is a cold, tasteless bastard! SAY IT!
I'll give JR this -- he had one line that put me away last night.
(Rock finishes his entrance. The Hurricane's logo appears, he steps onto the ramp, and...)
JR: "This is going to be a CAR WRECK!"
Maybe it's just the way he said it and the timing, but I cracked up...
"...Also, living in NYC, to stop any terrorists from braking into my home I've crammed pickles in the gap between the front door and the floor - try and brake past my juicy green wall of defense." -- commenter on FARK