Okay, fellas. I'm about five rum & diet cokes and a good helping of gabagool deep into my evening. Update on Cousin Mikey: It ain't lookin real good.
He was down for too long without oxygen (first hospital fucked up something fierce) and he's at minimal brain activity. They're likely to call the ballgame tonight or tomorrow morning.
Anyone with Peacock or a DVD of Royal Rumble 2000, go ahead and fire that up sometime this week. When Hardcore Holly comes out, they show the only people in all of recorded history to hold up signs for Hardcore Holly. I figured it was a surefire way to get on camera and I was right. One of those teenage dorks is Mike. He was pretty proud of that little bit of immortality which we had attained.