Friday LinkFrogging – 4/1/11

Welcome back kids. Now that most of the Gonzo Compadres have recovered from their varietal trips to SXSW, we're back and getting down to it.  Well most of us anyway.  John is in Hotlanta this weekend for Wrestlemania.  Its his first trip to the big event despite a lifelong obsession with the squared circle. Sure, the … Continue reading Friday LinkFrogging – 4/1/11

Friday LinkFrogging – 2/4/11

What a week dear reader(s). Snowmageddon was predicted and fell well short of the hype. I fell victim to an especially nasty flu strain that drove me to bed for most of the week. Oh yeah, and its Super Big Game week.  Really NFL?  We can't just call it the S***r B**l anymore?  Get over … Continue reading Friday LinkFrogging – 2/4/11

Friday LinkFrogging – 10/29/10

Its almost Halloween. As Count Floyd would say "Ohhh...spooky kids." Seriously, is there a better holiday than Halloween.  You get to dress up in a costume and, depending on your predilictions and/or guts, live out your fantasies, all while begging for food. Think about it, if the guy under the freeway with the cardboard sign … Continue reading Friday LinkFrogging – 10/29/10

Wrestling is a Woman

Wrestling is a woman. You fall madly and she breaks you down. Deeper you tumble until you're in it. She will hurt you over and over but you love her anyway. More than before. More than you should. More than anyone could understand. If you stay with her you're through. She'll finish you like she … Continue reading Wrestling is a Woman

It’s a Work: A Wrestler’s Prayer

            A Wrestler’s Prayer By Chuck LeGrande               Lord, are you listening? Of course you are- you’re Lord.             I’d like you to help me to be the very best wrestler I can be, and get the most out of whatever abilities I have. You probably don’t know as much about wrestling as you … Continue reading It’s a Work: A Wrestler’s Prayer

Noche Cinco

T’was late Noche Cinco In a lonely cantina, Where a world-weary stranger Sits, sipping tequila. He’s perched at the bar, With shirt tails untucked Over surfer board shorts And sandals with socks. To his left, to his right There’s nary a soul. Couple of stragglers, a loner, Some last call night owls. He glug-guzzles his … Continue reading Noche Cinco