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Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Buffalo Toast and the Disgruntled's Real Tag Team Champions: Part 2

*Blog written on January 27, 2020.

As long as there is an NXT show ahead of a WWE show, the wrestling weekend should be a good one. Successfully finding a way to get a free month of the WWE Network makes it a great weekend.

Working an opening shift on Saturday at my day job, followed by a closing at my retail job did not leave me with much of a weekend. I also felt it was necessary to get my accountant (Dad) the rest of my tax stuff because I may not be getting a day off until President's day, thus, Sunday's itinerary was filled. In the end, watching wrestling into the wee early hours, working an 11-hour day, and three hours of driving can be remedied by a couple cups of coffee. The shit we have at the day job is painful to swig, but pain lets you know you are alive.

This week, I better get to looking at potential new domiciles. When I was showing the better quarter (Eva the Cat will always get half) how to prepare the bed, the thought of just skipping the bullshit of moving again came to mind. While we were eating dinner with my folks, it seemed my dad was disappointed that I was planning to put another U-Haul at risk (Always get the insurance on a box truck. They are aware that only those with a CDL should drive them). It was either that or my dad was disappointed that I wanted to get my own place. The girlfriend should be glad he cares.

Will I miss her more often than not with my own place, probably, but I do not see me living with her forever. Perhaps I learned that cats will be my only cohabitants. Roommates are like Targaryens. The Gods flip a coin.

She obviously is not as bad as it sounds. I am a control freak with obsessive compulsive disorder. It has just been impossible for me to get comfortable with someone who does not need order. Or someone who cannot (will not) suggest ways on how to maintain my daily Buffalo-style resolution. Would it be weird to ask for Frank's Red Hot at a Cracker Barrell?

My solution to get to day 27 or 365 was to spread it on toast. It worked out all right. If I was going to make a grilled chicken sandwich, I am definitely going to spread it on the buns. And now I just made my habit kinky. Good thing I am writing about male champions. That prevents me of from justifying certain Diva champions by thinking of...

18th Real World Tag Team Champions:
NWA/WCW's Doom (Ron Simmons and Butch Reed) - 10/30/1990 to 2/24/91
The Rockers (Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels) were/did win the WWF titles, but because the match was not fit to air due to a rope breaking during it. The victory was voided despite the Rockers defending the championships until then. Why they were less fit to lose to the "Hogan Knows Best" punchlines is beyond me?

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