Sorry folks, second week in a row that I forgot that Monday follows Sunday.  Very busy weekend followed by last night planning the logistics to the family trip to my Grandmother’s funeral mass and burial later this week.

Pro-tip, do not live until 99; the last couple of years are not high on what you would call a “quality of life.”  Also, Grandma died in November and we’re just getting to the internment now, (cremated back then, calm down), so apparently forgetting that you’re supposed to do things runs in the family.

Uh, let’s see.  I think we might have done this one before, but I’m in too much of a rush to go back and check.  I’ve been watching a lot of ‘Dark Side of the Ring’ lately and do you know what demographic has absolutely no chance of making it to 99?

Professional wrestlers.  Jesus those guys are an absolute mess.  Apparently massive steroid and cocaine abuse, combined with almost nightly car-crash-type abuse of one’s body, does not lend itself to a prolonged, or in most cases particularly happy, life.

So we’re going to draft a wrestler, but here’s the trick because I’m almost positive that we’ve done that before:  You’re drafting them for their mic work, not their ring work.  It’s a limited topic, probably, but we’re all just here to waste time, and anyway I keep losing my internet connection because Spectrum sucks.  With the first pick I’ll take the greatest of them all on the mic, and one of the best to ever do it in the ring as well, and who, while still alive, is an absolute mess of a human being, the Rolex-wearing, jet-riding, champagne-sipping, kiss-stealing, no-income-tax paying Ric Flair.

WOOOOOO!

The rest of you are on the clock.