cago.I'd like to think that they are trying to clear out trailer parks with tornado season around the corner, making sure that they are empty when the twisters hit, but Vince McMahon isn't returning my calls.
Nor am I placing them.
The Tribune is even getting into the act with another slide show production, this one showing off Triple H's shrunken old man / chicken chest (he's the hairy fellow on the right in the picture).
So, if while walking around this weekend you see a.) less teeth per capita than usual; b.) more black t-shirts with some variation of lighting, two-word slogans or foul language per capita than usual; or c.) orange camouflage; don't fear, it's not Big Ten Tournament week again, and they will all make their way back to Iowa on Monday.
(Side note one: This is one of those things that you see is on the way and so you look for tickets to find the thing is sold out and it baffles you. You can get seats to a heavyweight fight the day of, but not Wrestlemania? Weird.)
(Side note two: My roommates and I caught a Wrestlemania at a bar one year and had probably the best time we've ever had paying a cover charge to watch television. My favorite part was by the end of the night a friend of ours was jumping out of her chair and yelling at the TV after not giving a damn about what happened when she was walking in. This is the power of a spandex bananna hammock.)
(Photo from WWE.com)
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