Why I hate Mathew Berry by MC

It was the magical year of 1999.  I was begining college, the future was bright and possibilities were endless.  I slaved through my first semester and began the second.  Like most things, as my wife will tell you,  I didn't finish.  I took away a few things from SLU.  A distain for college athletes, a bad taste in my mouth about college in general, and a love of fantasy football. 

It started off as an annoying banner add when searching for questionable content.  Eventually in the preseason I bit and clicked.  It seemed shady and I lived in fear Yahoo! would find a way to charge me money.  The draft went by and I homered it.  Trent Green's first year with the Rams would be magical.  I was sure of it and made sure I came away with Trent, Isaac Bruce, and Marshall Faulk.  At the time they were all reaches.  I'm sure my actions prompted more than one insult from other men behind their keyboards.  Then Rodney Harrison happened and Trent was writhing in agony.  Disappointed and being a noob I instantly grabbed some fella named Kurt Warner, instead of more well know QB.  The season began and what would grow to be know as the "greatest show on turf", was doing me well.  Then the week of magic happened.  Kurt threw 4 TDs to Bruce in one game, and as I crushed my opponent beneathe my boot like a cockroach, I became hooked.  

My fantasy obsession has only grown stronger over the years.  Still searching for another of those magical, mythical, unbelievable games and seasons. 

As a result I can sit here in 2014 and tell you I hate Mathew Berry.  That's right, you heard that come out of left field.  It's not that I have a personal vendetta against TMR.  In fact it's hatred driven by envy.  He has a job watching sports and annalyzing them for fantasy purposes.  I hate him, Scott White, Nando Di Fino, Tristan Cockcroft, and any other lucky bastard that gets to do what I love for a living.  They actually get paid to do something for a living, that my wife wishes I would just shut up about...all year round.  So kudos to you boys, the lucky few who get to live my fantasy and fantasy.  As long as you keep up the good work, I'll keep hating, reading, and listening.  

-MC

I Hate my Across the Street Neighbor-TripD

First off I'm not the typical south city Hoosier. I'm the atypical south city Hoosier. I have the philosophy that I'll mind my business and you mind yours. I'm not going to come over and check out your new mower or fancy propane grill. Nor will I ask you to help me at all, with anything ever......ever. It's the social contract I signed when I was born. For the 18 months I've lived at the 109 Lair (PUA HOUSE) all was well. I had successfully dodged my neighbors and stayed out of any street "teamwork bs" they had in store.

There is always a butt!!

A wrench has been thrown into my sweet plans. Four months ago a seemingly sweet innocent smoking hottie moved in across the street. Great right.....wrong! For some reason this dummy feels the need to park in front of my crib everyday. I park in back in my garage #blessed but that's besides the point, park in front of your house skank, goddamn. She does have Illinois plates and I know the water over there leads to many debilitating pre-natal conditions, but goddamn have some common sense. She was outside for weeks gardening like a Mexican so I guess she wants to show off her front lawn. I say show off your bush and more people will respect, rather than your fucking landscaping. I have stood at my door and watched her park in front of my pad. I stood there looking super creepy...like really fucking creepy and it has no effect on her.

Almost this Creepy

So Trip I guess you'll have to move, you can't handle this.....wrong! Plan B (also the breakfest I serve at my place in the morning) I'm gonna FLIP the SCRIPT. You guessed it the D-Whip will be getting washed and waxed in front of her place everyday this week. Now who wants to come over and wash my car only smokin cali dime pieces need apply @tripdstl 

Why I suck at blogging (by Rudy)

Here is a list of the many reasons I am no good and/or suck at blogging.
1. I have kids
2. I have ADD
3. I forget I even have a blog.
4. I don't follow through (see Wrestling 1983)
5. I have kids.
by Rudy

Rudy and the WWE Network

(Holy cow 5 months? Time flies when you don't write anything.)

A lot of people ask me "Hey Rudy, what do you do when you're not working or podcasting? My answer: Not Much. Disclaimer: No one has ever asked me this. That's right folks. I work full time and have two awesome, energetic kids under the age of 4, so I don't have a lot of time to call my own. When I do, I jet over to the studio and let 'er rip and then upload the insanity and pass out in a puddle of my blood, sweat, and tears. Disclaimer: Mainly tears.

When I do get some free time and I'm conscious, I'm usually watching a little TV. It really takes something special for me to get into it. Breaking Bad is the only show I binge watched and maybe sacrificed a little bit of my physical and mental well being to finish. It was worth it. But Breaking Bad might possibly be the best show EVER MADE and I don't say that lightly. I've watched all of LOST, all of the Sopranos, and a lot of other shows that are in the conversation, but none of those had the payoff and satisfaction that I received after finishing BB.

I wrapped on Breaking Bad and then my world changed. BAM! The WWE Network was launched. Aw shit. For those of you that don't know, the WWE Network is pretty much Netflix for wrestling fans. It's insane. Not only do you get original content, you get EVERY WRESTLING PAY PER VIEW EVER MADE. That's WWF, WCW, and ECW pay per views on demand at any time for $10 a month. Oh, and you get all the WWE's current Pay per Views for free. Yeah I'm in a good place right now.

Vince McMahon is a billionaire again and this network is the reason why. 10 bucks a month from a million wrestling fans and the stock jumped like Superfly Jimmy Snuka from the top turnbuckle. Not only did this take giant balls to do this, he pretty much told all the Pay Per View distributors YUUUUUUUUR FIRRRRRRED! Which is funny, since he was one of the pioneers of Pay Per View, and now he has pretty much told all these companies to fuck off.

So, I've decided to watch every Pay Per View in chronological order, starting at Starrcade '83 and eventually working my way up to the present.  I'll be writing a brief review of each show and letting you know the high points and low points of each. Since I won't be leaving the house very often, this is my way of staying in contact with the outside world. Hustle on Hustlers! First review up soon!