As evidenced by my relative lack of activity here, November didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t turn out to be as placid as I would have liked. I make my living in baseball, and it seems to never really shut down at this point between awards, transactions and the new CBA being announced. In addition, my fiancÃƒÂ©e has moved into my apartment, so a lot of my time has been spent making sure this place is inhabitable for someone other than me. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d characterize all of this as the good kind of busy.
After Thanksgiving dinner, my fiancÃƒÂ©e dozed off at around 10 p.m. while I watched episodes of The Walking Dead Ã¢â‚¬â€œ pretty standard.
Amazingly, she still insists she intends to marry me after I woke her up at 11:30 to drag her to Wal-Mart.
As a compendium to my thoughts on WrestleMania 27, here are my favorite photos from the event and the surrounding atmosphere. I was going to include some videos I uploaded to YouTube, but the WWE filed a copyright claim against me. The least they could have done was a personal cease and desist call from Vince McMahon, right?
As I get older, I feel itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s important to do things once in a while that make me feel like a kid again, that evoke the things I enjoyed back when my main responsibility was to have as much fun as possible while still learning my multiplication tables.
ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll find me eagerly anticipating every new Spider-Man and Batman movie, why I remain a Big Bird apologist, and why youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll never hear me say a bad word about brooding Mets flameout Gregg Jefferies, whom the fifth-grade version of me adored.
And thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why I found myself — albeit in a slight state of disbelief — among 71,000 screaming enthusiasts at the Georgia Dome for WrestleMania 27 on Sunday night.