Update April 18, 2010

What a $%#@ week! I thought that this week was going to be a week filled with nothing but great memories, especially since I was going to be a part of both WWE supergroups: Raw and Smackdown. I had such a terrific time but, for me, it was a special treat to be back in Europe again. I finally made it back to Hanover, where I worked early in my career back in 1981. Hanover was always a city I loved. Although I've been back to Germany many times over the years, the WWE, oddly enough, never came to Hanover. I finished the tour with hugs and smiles and anxiously awaited what would've been my triumphant return to the New York area for Raw this Monday at the Meadowlands. I
hadn't been back to the New York area for a WWE show since 1997. Although I did wrestle in the Nassau Coliseum in 1998 for WCW, which hardly counts for much. But ever since the volcano blew up in Iceland, I've been holed up in my hotel counting my blessings that I wasn't on the bus with the Smackdown crew driving all over Europe trying to get to Madrid, Spain. My inside sources tell me that both crews have reached their breaking point and they're doing a remake of "Mutiny on the Bounty", "One Flew Over the CooCoo's Nest", and "Gilligan's Island" (with Big Show playing the skipper) all rolled into one.

I want to make a promise to all my fans in the New York area that I shall return. It's during times like this that I think back to my old Stampede Wrestling days. I don't know how many times I broke down at Maple Creek at the border between Alberta and Saskatchewan in blinding snow storms. I can remember "Big Daddy" Sylvester Ritter a.k.a Junkyard Dog stumbling into a Medicine Hat truck stop with frozen hair and frozen beard in his dress shoes after pulling off the road in the same snowstorm. The one thing I've learned in my life as a wrestler is that you can't fight Mother Nature. I'm sure the look on Junkyard Dog's face back then is the same frazzled look you'll find on Big Show, John Cena, and the rest of the Raw crew. As I sit in prison in my hotel room in Germany, suffering through another European breakfast (you would think someone would teach them how to make breakfast over here), I call to my brethren not to worry too much about it. It's only a matter of time.
And besides, more importantly, I'm sure their spirits will be lifted once they hear the Hitmen tied up the series 1-1 against the Brandon Wheat Kings (ha ha!).

For me, I look forward to returning home and catching the rest of the series, at least game 5. But, more importantly, I'm anxiously looking forward to the birth of my first granddaughter, due any day now. All I know is that sometimes God makes you wait for things and He's the boss. I'll get home soon, safe and sound.

At least I don't have to declare ShowMiz the greatest tag team of all time now. God works in mysterious ways.

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