It's finally happened. I knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time. I held it off for as long as I could, but I can't anymore, it was inevitable.
My husband has introduced my son to wrestling! AAARRRGGGHHHH! I can't stand wrestling. The whole thing is ridiculous. The fake fighting, the outrageous posturing, and the "commentary" makes me vomit in my mouth. When we got married it was understood that I was to be nowhere in the same zip code if he was going to watch wrestling. I had watched soap operas (very briefly during middle school) and so we made a deal. I wouldn't watch those and he wouldn't watch WWE, WWF, or whatever acronym they were using at the time. I felt they were pretty much the same. Lame!!
It started with a new video game for the PS3, it has the old guys my hubby grew up with as well as some of the newer ones. AJ thought it was hilarious but hadn't ever seen in performed by live people on TV. I resisted for as long as I could. Brian loves football which is fine with me, AJ however, doesn't find it very entertaining and only lasts for a couple of downs before heading off to do his own thing. I knew that wrestling would be something they could enjoy together, bond over - and so I caved and suggested it. Yep, I did it to myself.
All I ask is that I'm not in the same zip code while the male bonding commences!!