Post by mhmfoster on Jun 18, 2015 8:28:09 GMT -5
Gents,
Agree with the positive feedback on the Balor video. Joe is still getting his usual spots in but my goodness is he moving slowly. It’s like watching work from his ROH and early TNA days in half speed.
Now if you’ll allow me I have a relevant tale based on your pre-review banter. It’s a long one so if you don’t want to read it I’ll understand.
I ventured to Las Vegas last weekend for a bachelor party. Jay, not sure if you remember my friend Sheldon. Glasses, dreads, he was “that drunk guy” the night you met my friends and I in Toronto a few years ago. Well since then Sheldon has earned quite the rep for himself as a notorious over indulger on the first night of weekend trips. He’s now known as Mr. Thursday night. He starts out as the life of the party but by Saturday he’s done. Swears off booze, looks like death, just plain done.
Since he was the bachelor this time around he swore that he’d have the stamina for 3 nights of sin city. We got there early afternoon on Thursday and started exploring the strip, enjoying beverages, making friends, taking pics, generally having a good time. Then things took an ugly turn. While in the Mirage lobby Sheldon attempted to hop on the escalator railing, I say attempted because he missed and took a 25 foot fall to the tile floor below. This looked like something out of movie. It seemed like he was falling forever before hitting that floor hard. He was immediately knocked unconscious and a pool of blood started forming under his head. To put it mildly, he was all fucked up. It made Mick Foley’s hell in a cell fall seems like a basic back bump.
As you may have guessed Sheldon spent his bachelor party weekend in the hospital. Broken jaw in 2 places (now wired shut with metal plates inserted), 2 broken hands and a broken wrist. Considering the what happened he got very lucky. Instead of a weekend of boozing and partying with attractive women, it was spent in a hospital bed with anne marie, the satchel ass nurse, giving him mystery mashed meals, ensure and morphine every 4 hours.
Before being discharged Sheldon’s legend had grown. One nurse came in and said “I heard you took a 5 story fall in the Mirage” Yes, a 5 STORIES. 5 stories is 60 ft, you take that kind of fall you’re dead or so messed up you wish your were. Another nurse heard the tale and offered up this gem “well since your weekend was ruined you’ll have to come out here and do it again”. I rolled my eyes and responded “yea, in lieu of this situation I’m sure our wives will love that”. She agreed
Despite being a broken, bed-ridden, highly medicated man Sheldon was able to laugh at himself. “I think I truly lived up for my “Mr. Thursday night” rep. Indeed he did
So my words of advice for you in vegas, no escalator rail rides and if some unfortunate and unexpected injury occurs for the love of god don’t go to UMC Hospital. They’re the worst
Martin in Boston