Yesterday, I had more fun watching Wrestlemania dos equis than I thought possible. I haven’t followed WWE since it was WWF, but thanks to some Cliffs notes from my brother, I was able to pick up right where I left off.
The whole show was surprisingly exciting, with the notable exception of the Goldberg vs. Brock Lesner match, which was quite possibly the most boring match I’ve ever seen in my life. And I used to watch WCW, so that’s saying something.
I still remember watching Wrestlemania uno, while my 90 pound, 11 year-old body quaked with Hulkamania, so there was some nostalgia value wrapped up in yesterday’s event, too.
An incomplete list of highlights for me, in no particular order:
- Return of the Classic Undertaker. That new, “I’m on Harley” Undertaker was the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
- Three words: Evening. Gown. Match.
- That “Dragon” Cruiserweight guy who kept falling down. That was priceless comedy.
- Bobby The
BrainWeasel Heenan an Mean Gene doing something behind the green door with Mona. That was hilarious. - The Triple-Threat title match — one of the best PPV matches I’ve ever seen. Not quite sure if I’d rank it with the ’98 SS Hell in a Cell, but still pretty damn fun to watch.
- Spending four hours with my brother, totally acting like dorks, and cheering like we believed it was real.
Everyone involved with WWE should be very proud of themselves. The commentators, the writers, Vince McMahon, and especially the performers put on a fantastically entertaining event. Now I’m sort of excited for Backlash.

