I've been having way too much fun with this new wrestling game I got. It's not the newest one (Here's Comes the Pain) but it sure is the most fun! I am playing thru season mode with, who else, Spike Dudley...and I've been kicking ass and taking names! I currently have the Cruiserweight and am about to challenge Brock Lesnar (RIP his career) for the Intercontinental Title. This should be really challenging and fustrating.

And ladies and gentalmen, that is my life now. Video games. I knew someday it would come to this, I just didn't know how soon it would come. Even when Marie gave me a ring on Tuesday, I was playing that damn game. I paused it though long enough for us to catch up on what she'd been doing since last we chatted. Marie, if you ever think your life sucks...remember this: I've been yelling at my TV to computer generated image of Spike Dudley and many other WWE Superstars for the past week or so. Your life is GOOD :)

Speaking of the little one that we call Spike, I've been thinking about my WWE Raw experience a lot lately, and it's been making me smile a little more these days...for those of you who don't know about the "magical moment" that Spike and I shared almost a year ago now, here's the letter I wrote almost immediatly after it happened. I entiled it, "Thank You, Spike Dudley" after reading a tribute type thing he wrote about Ric Flair called "Thank You, Nature Boy":

As you all may (or may not) know, I am a huge wrestling fan. More importantly, I am a huge Spike Dudley fan. And recently at a house show in Savannah,GA, I got to see my role model in the ring, up close and personal. He really made my night (my life!) and, even though this is a KITH site, I want to make this, er, open statement to Spike...since I didn't get to meet him

Dear Spike (or maybe Matthew should go here...)

Weather or not you're aware of it, you made September 6, 2003 the greatest night and most wonderful memory I will ever have. And trust me, as I was tying my bandana and putting on my black, white, and gray fatigues, there's no way I could have predicted the night.

My seats were good (would have been better if I wouldn't have waited so long to get them) but after a while, I realized that from where I was sitting (plus the horrible lighting of the Civic Center) you weren't going to be able to see the sign I spent 3 days to perfect as much as my mortal self would allow. So, when Powerman 5000's "Drop the Bombshell" started up, I knew what I had to do. I squeezed by the other 5 or 6 people in my row (who I had already squeezed by already), and slipped into ringside so quietly, I think the guy next to me thought I teleported there...Trekie style

I held up my huge sign which read "Spike Dudley Rox" in bright red and royal blue letter. I wasn't sure if you were even going to look my direction, but I jumped and screamed so much, I guess you had no choice. You made eye contact with me, pointed me out, and gave me a thumb up. At that point, I did what any fan who had been pointed out by her favorite Superstar would do. I folded the poster over my head and giggled like a Japaneese anime school girl. When I realized the match was about to start and people were sitting, I Wonder Woman flew my ass back to my seat and cheered you from there, just like I had been practicing from my living room sofa for the past 2 and a half years. The Dudleyz were victorious against LaResistance (like I knew they would be). And you came back out (after you made sure the French flag you were carring made rendevous with Rob Conway's ass) to enjoy the victory with Bubba and D-Von. I ran back to the ringside (pissing off my row just a little bit more) to see if maybe I could get lucky once more and have you see my sign. Once again, you pointed me out and mouthed "thank you" which is the moment I will always cherish.

Okay, so that's the comedic version of it, but, no matter how I told it, the outcome is still the same. You have made a moment I thought I would never have into the greatest thing I've ever experienced. Who knew that a thumb up and a thank you would send me up to clould 99 without any signs of coming down soon? I've believed in you probably more that I've believed in myself and every bit of it was worth it.

You're amazing and nothing or no one will ever convince me different. Thanks for just being you and being such an inspiration. I would have loved to have met you but you and your bros took off in the Dudleymobile before the main event started. Maybe next time, right?

Andi

Anyway, I've been thinking about the whole event a lot lately wondering will I ever actually get to meet him? Is that the closest I will ever get to Spike? I really hope not!Before I die, I want to have a real meeting with him, just so I can say some things to him. Like, "Do you know how amazing and awesome you are?" or "Do you have any idea what your existance in the WWE means to me? And not just in the WWE, but just in general?"
Maybe one day...