Bruno Mars @ The Super Bowl by Ricki C.

I was contracted by Pencilstorm to critique the Bruno Mars halftime performance at the Super Bowl, but first I’d like to refute a coupla points Colin made in his “What kind of jack-ass actually wants to go to the Super Bowl?” post, the main one being that the Super Bowl is not American Sports' Greatest Championship, which I happen to believe it is.

First, and let me be clear up-front, I am a professional football fan.  I don’t really enjoy the college game, it just strikes me that college football players never really look like they’re trying very hard.  (My Sunday Night NFL friends Kyle & Rob - both of whom actually like college football, O.S.U. in particular - begged me not to put that sentence in print, but I stand by it.)  (That being said, I’m not answering any knocks at my door the next week or ten days, in case Michael “Biggie” McDermott is hiding in the bushes, waiting to punch me in the throat.)

I like my football liberally sprinkled with million-dollar paychecks, commercial endorsements, greedy owners (who will at least admit their greed, unlike college presidents & athletic directors who reap untold MILLIONS of dollars off of their “student athletes”), steroids, concussions & painkillers.  Plus the NFL season is short, succinct and to the point, just like the best rock & roll.  The NFL season starts in the fall and ends in the winter, unlike the Endless Slog Bataan Death March that the Major League Baseball season has become, wherein the games commence in April and end in November with snowflakes flying and die-hard baseball fans bundled up like extras in an Antarctic documentary.  Baseball should begin when the birds start singing in the spring and the last game of the World Series should be played the day before elementary school starts.  Case closed.

Also, as my good friend Rob points out, the entire NFL playoff season is accomplished in three tidy weekends, one & done, you lose and you’re out.  It’s not the NBA where all but six teams make the playoffs, or the NHL, where the Stanley Cup is still being contested when baseball season opens, a situational sports overlap that should not be tolerated.  Hockey & baseball just do not mix.  Dropping the puck and throwing out the first pitch are not contemporaneous in a Rational World.

But I digress….Bruno Mars:

Mars’ halftime show was just as underwhelming as this year’s Super Bowl game.  (Which I enjoyed, once I adjusted to the fact that my Steelers, Packers and Saints were nowhere to be found and threw in my lot with Brian Phillips’ Seahawks, just so his family would be safe in February.)  When Mars was first announced as the Super Bowl halftime “entertainment” I had serious reservations, doubts and questions: 1) Had we really used up every classic-rock act – your Tom Petty’s, your Bruce Springsteen’s, your Rolling Stones’, your Aerosmith’s, your Who’s – that we had to resort to the likes of Bruno Mars?  2) Would the Great Unwashed of football-watching, wing-chomping masses even know who Bruno Mars was?  (Not everyone suffers through the Grammy’s or other “awards” shows of their ilk like I do.)  3) Worst of all, does this mean I’m facing a future where I might have to sit through the likes of Mumford & Sons, Imagine Dragons, or Arcade Fire during halftime of the Super Bowl?  Christ, I’d watch a high-school marching band playing Foreigner tunes like back in the day before I’d subject myself to that.

Anyway, Mars delivered his usual “I-think-I’m-Prince-for-the-21st-century” act, complete with unison step routines for the band and the obligatory James Brown dance cops.  (It just kinda made me miss Wendy & Lisa.)  (And oddly, Prince himself guested on Zooey Deschanel’s “New Girl” right after the Super Bowl, effortlessly making Bruno Mars appear the wannabe that he is.)

Mars began the show playing drums, briefly leading me to believe he was going to challenge the late Karen Carpenter as pop music’s Greatest Lead-Singing Drummer.  (For those of you scoring at home: Dick Dodd of The Standells - of “Dirty Water” fame - was rock & roll’s greatest lead-singing drummer.)  (Am I forgetting/overlooking Don Henley of The Eagles, one might ask?  Don’t make me laugh. That millionaire egomaniac sucks.)  Mars and the band moved through “Locked Out Of Heaven” and “Treasure” pleasantly enough, prompting my buddy Kyle to comment, “White girls know ALL the words to Bruno Mars’ songs.”  

By 8:16 pm, when The Red Hot Chili Peppers appear for their guest-spot on “Give It Away,” we’re all just kinda waiting for this debacle to be over, just as Peyton Manning and the rest of the Broncos were probably doing.  Flea and Anthony Kiedis take the stage shirtless and the best thing I can think is, “At least, thank God, they’re in relatively good shape and it’s not Roger Daltrey of The Who baring his pale, bumpy, 60-something year-old chest.”    

Mars ends his Super Bowl show with “Just The Way You Are,” a BALLAD, for Chrissakes.  You clamber all the way up the pop ladder to appear for no pay at the Super Bowl and finish your set with a BALLAD?  Come on, Bruno.  (Kyle comments, “Bruno is now tied with Billy Joel for the worst song called “Just The Way You Are.”)

Anyway, ending his appearance with a romantic, heart-wrenching ballad apparently brought tears to the eyes of the Broncos kick-off team, making it impossible for them to see the Seahawks’ Percy Harvin clearly, thus enabling him to run back the opening kick of the second half for a game-clinching touchdown, and ending the Broncos season really, really early.

Please God, don’t make me watch Daft Punk or Robin Thicke at next year’s Super Bowl. – Ricki C. / February 3rd, 2014.

Brian Phillips with the Greatest Old School NFL Films Collection Ever. Watch! (This Constitutes Pencilstorm's Complete Super Bowl Pre-Game Coverage.)

Originally published January 2016. You should watch it every year. It's great. 

My God, aren't you sick to death of Super Bowl hype? This year has been miserable, and hell, my Seattle Seahawks are in the the damned game! Between the deflated balls and people crying real tears because Marshawn Lynch won't talk to them, I just can't take it anymore. I'll turn on the TV Sunday at 6:30 pm. just as the opening kick sails through the dry Arizona air, but that'll be about it. What I provide below is a fun distraction from all this garbage if you are in need. I know I am.

The National Football League is a many-tentacled behemoth, but for some reason they've chosen a hands-off approach to the myriad of blurry old games from the 70's and 80's on You Tube. There's some real treasures there, saved for decades and lovingly uploaded. How long will these time capsules be allowed to exist? It's anyone's guess, so I suggest you have at it while there's still time.

Our rules are simple: 1) NO NFL Films productions. Those are top-flight to be sure, but to really get a feel for what a game was like, we need the over-the-air broadcast. Bonus points if the source left the commercials in. Those are their own kind of fun. 2) We won't be looking at any video 1990 and later. More bonus points, of course, for anything from the 70's. Since the long-obsolete Betamax was introduced to the market in 1975, and the VCR in 1976 (also long-obsolete when you think about it, except for at Ricki C.'s house ) HUGE bonus points for pre-'75 material. I don't know how, but it's out there, as you'll see. 

These are in no particular order of importance. Please share fun ones you find, especially games you remember seeing. The mind is a funny thing, and you'll be amazed by what you've forgotten, and by the same token you'll shake your head at things you thought happened that didn't.

January 4, 1981 Oakland Raiders at Cleveland Browns. AFC Divisional Playoff.

This game had everything! A  minus-37 degree wind chill, legends like John Matusak, Lester Hayes, and Lyle Alzado, the great Don Criqui on play by play and quite possibly the worst kicking performance in NFL history. Kids, the Browns' Don Cockroft was one of a dying breed: the straight- on kicker. You'll laugh out loud as he misses an extra point and two other field goals. Due to Cockroft's ineptitude the Browns passed up what would have been the game winner with :41 seconds left, and instead ran the infamous Red Right 88.

You'll see the predictable result at the 34 minute mark of part 3 above. The end to yet another sad chapter in Cleveland sports history. 

A side note: If you watch carefully one of the crowd shots features two Cleveland fans sharing a flask of booze in cavernous old Cleveland Stadium. Think to yourself how different the NFL is now. In 1981 the stadium was filled with drunken working stiffs instead of today's drunken rich guys. And do you think today's NFL would just allow piles of snow to remain close enough that the players run knee deep into them out of bounds? Hell no! This was real football. 

I Didn't Go To Bed Until Halftime Highlights Was Over. October 22, 1973.

I never missed Howard Cosell's Halftime Highlights on Monday Night Football as a kid. I begged my parents to let me stay up to see them. In those days there was no ESPN. You got the games you got on Sunday and didn't see much of anything from the others. Fun fact: 1973 was the first season where you could see your local team if the game was sold out. Up until then it didn't matter. Not even the Super Bowl could air live in your town if your team was in it. Commissioner Pete Rozell wouldn't back down even when President Nixon called for the blackout to be lifted so he could see the Skins and Dolphins in Super Bowl 7. Can you imagine! The owners had no idea what a gold mine they were sitting on. 

Anyway the above gem is from week 6 (Raiders/Broncos) of the 1973 season. The Sunday highlights begin at the 3:30 mark with the Colts and Lions from Tiger Stadium. The Lions mascot is hilarious in his raggedy Halloween get up. The goal posts were still in the front of the end zone and the crowd noise in the package was a cheap loop. Classic!

December 23, 1972 The Immaculate Reception. Oakland at Pittsburgh. AFC Divisional Playoff. 

 

Okay, I cheated a bit. You can tell by the modern bug on the screen that this was a rebroadcast by NBC at some point. Still it's such an important moment in league history it's worth pointing out. The legendary Curt Gowdy on the call.

December 31, 1983. Seattle Seahawks at Miami Dolphins. AFC Divisional Playoff.

After crushing the hated Denver Broncos in the AFC Wild Card game for Seattle's first-ever playoff victory, the 9-7 Seahawks traveled to Miami as heavy underdogs to the 12-4 Fish. Marv Albert is on the call as Dave Krieg immediately kicks off this video by throwing an awful interception. After the Dolphins score Steve Largent makes a couple of huge catches (he didn't make his first of the day until the 2:25 mark of the 4th quarter!) and Curt Warner seals it to send Seattle off to the AFC Championship Game. Also: Chuck Knox!

(Note: You might be confused at the 8:15 mark. This video seems to be right off the satellite as it includes booth banter during a break. Sadly Marv doesn't say anything weird.)

Monday December 11, 1972. Live From The Moon. Jets at Raiders.

This portion of Monday Night Football is extraordinary because it begins with the end of an ABC News live report on the final Apollo Mission to the moon. That's followed by Glen freaking Campbell singing the national anthem and then Joe Willie Namath and the Jets in the East Bay to take on The Raiders. As long as we're on the space travel kick, you'll note the man they said came from the University Of Mars Otis Sistrunk was an Oakland rookie. Opening with a blimp shot seems anti-climatic after watching men on the moon, eh?

December 28, 1975. Dallas Cowboys at Minnesota Vikings. NFC Divisional Playoff

I couldn't find much of the "Hail Mary" Game, but this is the best part anyway. Staubach heaves up a bomb to Drew Pearson for the winner. 

Bonus! The NFL Today pre game live from Metropolitan Stadium! 

Yessir! Brent Musberger, Irv Cross, and the smoking hot Phyllis George. Ads included and a cheesy "making of the NFL Today" feature. 

December 26, 1970. Detroit Lions at Dallas Cowboys. NFC Divisional Playoff.

This game is only noteworthy because it's damned hard to find any over-the-air footage of something this old. We find Frank Gifford before he went to work for Monday Night Football and his harpy wife Cathy Lee was probably still in the Baptist kids choir. All that said, this may well be the most boring playoff game in history as the Cowboys beat the Lions 5-0. The video mercifully ends with the opening kick-off. 

Well, this is funny. I found the post-game too.

A young Dick Stockton handles the highlights and an excruciatingly long interview with coach Tom Landry. At the 2:45 mark you see what might be the first-ever Gatoraid commercial. 

December 12, 1982. Miami Dolphins at New England Patriots. The Snow Plow Game.

This seems like a good place to stop. Before there was Deflategate, Spygate, and The Tuck Rule there was The Snowplow Game. John Smith kicked the game winner in a 3-0 victory after a work-release inmate named Mark Henderson plowed a bare spot on the Schaeffer Stadium turf. Coach Don Shula would protest the game to no avail, though the league would pass a rule several months later banning snow plows during games. Today the tractor hangs from the roof of the Patriots Hall Of Fame. What is it with this team?! Anyway, sorry for the lousy footage here, it was all I could find. 

WWE Year in Review - Best and Worst - by Big Vin Vader

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2017 was a hell of a year for pro wrestling, with some of the best matches in the sport's history taking place seemingly every month.  Sadly, WWE didn't quite live up to the same global standard that New Japan and smaller independent promotions established, but they did have a rollercoaster year that was amazing, frustrating, heartbreaking and hilarious at various turns.  There were times I had to take a step away from WWE programming and couldn't find a thing to write about, whereas other shows and matches gave me more to think about than anything in the past.  There were things I never expected to see: Bray Wyatt winning the WWE championship, a women's Money in the Bank ladder match (more on that one later), a pre-filmed, horror-themed match between Wyatt and Randy Orton, Kevin Owens bloodily headbutting Vince McMahon, and two flat-out great matches featuring a 50-year-old Shane McMahon.  Coupled with all of that, however, were some of the absolute worst lows you could expect to see, with several PPVs only a single match from being total throwaways.  Also, there's the whole Jinder Mahal debacle, a failed championship run that exemplified the company’s cynical agenda.  I wasn't as harsh on that particular development as some, and the whole thing was a few steps off from being a total disaster, but it was still far from encouraging. 

NXT continued its tradition of absolutely obliterating the big four main roster PPVs with world-class Takeover specials every quarter, and also displayed legitimate forward-thinking in signing major independent talents and booking them expertly.  The women's revolution is still in swing, with the company hosting the Mae Young Classic, an all-female tournament in the mold of the Cruiserweight Classic.  While the MYC fell somewhat short of its predecessor in terms of match quality, it did lead to the signings of several world-class female talents, who are already providing some much-needed depth to the company's women's divisions.  As a result, we also have the company's very first women's Royal Rumble match around the corner, something I'm looking forward to even more than the men's match that same night.  Also bringing some diversity to the company's talent pool are the English signees who made an impact with the UK Championship Tournament last January.  Wrestlers like Pete Dunne, Mark Andrews and Tyler Bate are younger than I am, and capable of outwrestling nearly every other performer in the company.  Here's hoping 2018 provides them with greater exposure.

All of these things, if not fully realized in terms of their full potential, point to an encouraging future for the company and its product.  Even the accepted creative blunders such as Jinder's stint as champion had ultimately favorable outcomes, such as restoring AJ Styles' rightful place at the top of the SmackDown brand.  As much as the first part of his year was a mess, Kevin Owens put on some fantastic matches, and was rightfully kept near the top of the card for much of the year.  On top of that all, I got a photo with Abdullah the Butcher.  Here are my picks for the best and worst moments of the year in WWE.

THE BEST

Royal Rumble


The first major PPV of the year may have been WWE's best all-around show.  Although the titular match was full of some pretty awful decisions, two of the matches on the card were among the year’s best, and the rest of the card was solid top-to-bottom.  Charlotte and Bayley delivered a decent, if underwhelming Women's Championship match, and Rich Swann dropped the Cruiserweight title to Neville in a very strong match.  The real attractions were Kevin Owens versus Roman Reigns for the Universal Title, and AJ Styles against John Cena for the WWE Championship.  The former match was stuffed-to-the-gills with innovative brutality and hard-hitting action that almost single-handedly made me a Roman Reigns fan.  Over the course of twenty-three minutes, both men beat the absolute hell out of each other, with Reigns eating a frog splash through a table, and Owens falling through a pyramid he himself had constructed from seven ringside chairs.  That one in particular was horrifying to watch, and it's still incredible that KO managed to leave the match uninjured.  Throughout the whole thing, Chris Jericho was suspended in a shark cage above the ring, preventing him from interfering on Owens' behalf as he had in every other title defense.  Even with the resultant shenanigans (Jericho tossed his best friend some brass knuckles), there seemed a legitimate threat that Reigns would walk away with the title given the company's constant efforts to push him as the top guy.  Braun Strowman came out and destroyed Reigns, starting their long feud, and allowing Owens to escape with a win.  It was a great booking decision, and a hell of a match to start the year off.

On the other hand, Styles vs. Cena was pretty much a sure match of the night bet before the show even started.  The two had other great matches in the past, particularly their showdown at SummerSlam 2016, and there was all the pressure in the world to top that encounter here.  Also a big deal going in, and unfortunately foreshadowing the matches disagreeable conclusion, was the commentators' insistence that Cena would tie Ric Flair's record sixteen world title reigns were he to win.  Well, he did, but only after twenty-five minutes of every trick in either wrestler's playbook.  They traded power moves, finishers, and in the most gripping part of the match, submissions for a few minutes, something that shockingly worked given how terrible Cena's holds typically look.  Throughout it all, Cena looked deranged in his determination, not believing AJ was able to kick out of his attacks, and seeming to want to put him away at any cost.  Cena looked like he was losing his grip just because AJ was so good, and not that Styles needs to be put over by John Cena, but that certainly happened in his defeat.  The story was tremendous and the match itself was world-class.


Nikki Cross/Asuka--NXT 399

One of the company's very best women's matches was almost buried on an episode of NXT.  This was the first Last Woman Standing match I can think of, and it offered up the sort of hard-brawling action and insane spots you would expect from that stipulation, easily holding its own against similar men's matches such as Kevin Owens vs. Dean Ambrose at the 2016 Rumble.  Asuka's pedigree as the single best female performer in the company (thankfully now on the main roster) is unquestionable, and nearly every one of her NXT title defenses were excellent.  Nikki Cross is hugely underrated in the division, and she perfectly fits the Sanity stable's bizarre unpredictability.  For their match, they were given twenty full minutes to close out an episode of NXT, and not a second was wasted as the two women shared hard strikes, brutal weapon shots, and even some painful submissions.  Foreign objects from under the ring, like chairs, kendo sticks, tables, and ladders all came into play.  There were some nasty bumps on the entrance ramp, as well as the ring apron.  Asuka winning to retain seemed like a foregone conclusion, but the fact that she suplexed Cross off a tall ladder and through the main announce table was a major surprise, and one of the most shocking spots on WWE television last year.  An incredible, underrated match.


WarGames

People were fairly skeptical when WWE unveiled their plans to bring back the beloved War Games match at the NXT Takeover prior to Survivor Series, and there was great reason to be.  First of all, it smacked of the same sort of watered-down nostalgia that the company always tries to promise yet fails to deliver.  Moreover, War Games was intended as the blow-off to major, heated feuds, somewhere you couldn't escape and were forced to fight it out with your worst enemies.  And that meant blood, something that is a total no-go in today's PG WWE.  To cap it all off (or not), Triple H announced that the cage surrounding the two rings would not have a roof above it, but to escape over the top meant an entire team's disqualification.  All of those things seemed to ensure that the match would just be a little screwy, but then encouraging signs started to emerge: the three teams would be The Authors of Pain with Roderick Strong, the male members of Sanity, and the Undisputed Era.  The latter team is one of the best things currently about NXT, with Bobby Fish and Kyle O'Reilly standing out as top-notch technicians, and Adam Cole not too far behind, but with some of the best mic and character work of any former Ring of Honor star.  Sanity, then Tag Team champs, are a great stable, and Eric Young, Killian Dain, and Alexander Wolfe are all very strong in-ring competitors.  Authors of Pain are credible powerhouses, and pairing them with Strong not only tied the story back to Undisputed Era's ROH days, but also put a credible technician on their side.

The match itself was pure bedlam, absolute carnage mixing the high-speed workrate of today's wrestling with the sort of old-school brutality the War Games stipulation necessitates.  This was not a glorified cage match as many expected it to be, nor was it the blood-soaked War Games match of old.  Instead, it was a modern update on a classic format, realized to its fullest potential as a savage, collaborative car crash that thrilled me more than any other WWE match this year.  There was hard-hitting brawling, frenzied and desperate submission work, some surprise high flying, and more weaponry scattered about the ring than any other match I've seen in the last few years.  A few things in particular stood out.  First, and least consequential, was just how vicious this match was, with numerous instances of hardway blood, the most startling example coming after Wolfe suplexed the Authors through two tables and caught his head on the way down.  There were puddles of blood all over the ring, and yet he kept going.  Second, was the fact that Adam Cole is clearly and rightfully being set up for great success in NXT.  He perfectly played the role of cocksure, weaselly heel here, with the knowing understanding that he could back himself up if it truly came to that.  Put in the face of danger several times, he narrowly escaped with his skin, and even scored the winning pinfall on Young.  Finally, Killian Dain is one of the most underrated big men on any roster today.  The last man into the match, he introduced a boatload of weapons, swallowed the key to the cage, and absolutely decimated the competition once he hit the ring.  He's shocking agile for a 300-plus pound man, and he works like a monster heel waiting to be made.  Unquestionably the MVP in a match full of break-out stars.

House of Horrors Match

I seriously may be the only wrestling fan in the world to include this on their best-of list.  That aside, there was far too much weird stuff going on with the booking of this match, as well as its content for me to pass it up in this space.  I don't think anyone in the world would have guessed that Bray Wyatt would spend the early part of 2017 as WWE Champion, and his win at Elimination Chamber (in a great match) was a huge surprise early in the year.  His queasy alliance with Randy Orton was bound to fail, especially once Orton won the Royal Rumble guaranteeing him a title shot in the "main event" of WrestleMania (their match was the seventh of ten on the card).  There was also a strange little period where it seemed possible that Bray Wyatt versus Luke Harper would headline 'Mania.  That didn't happen, and Wyatt-Orton was kind of a mess, with the big standout being the projections of worms and maggots Bray "conjured" to mess with Randy's head.  He still lost.

So at Payback, there was to be a House of Horrors match, further taking Orton into his former leader's world, and it was kind of incredible.  Instead of some backwater swamp shack like you would expect, Bray's house was a rundown rural house that looked like a crank den on the inside.  It was full of cobwebs and mildewed furniture, with weird statues and dolls hanging from the ceilings.  The best part was the kitchen, which had dirty dishes and grease-smeared appliances.  There was just something so great about that disgusting, believable attention to detail, and the over-the-top hokiness at their attempt to be creepy that I loved.  The match was nothing special, just a pre-taped brawl around the house, but the environment itself made it seem like a desperate, drug-addled fight to the death.  Most people thought it was the worst thing WWE did all year (at least until Jinder won the title), but I still think it was a pretty wild, ridiculous way to take this feud, and at least it was something totally different.

 

There’s so many more things I could list here: Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens’ Festival of Friendship segment on RAW, which was the best television segment all year; the build to KO and Shane McMahon’s Hell in a Cell match, where Owens headbutted and beat down Vince McMahon, drawing legit blood from the boss; Pete Dunne and Tyler Bate’s incredible technical display for the UK Title at NXT TakeOver: Chicago; Finn Balor vs. AJ Styles at TLC; AJ Styles vs. Brock Lesnar at Survivor Series.  There are a ton more, and I wish I had the space and time to get into them all here.

THE WORST
 

Goldberg vs. Kevin Owens—Fastlane

The outcome of this one was hardly a surprise given the monster push Goldberg was guaranteed upon returning to the company.  There was also no chance in hell that then-Universal champion Kevin Owens was going to beat the man who destroyed Brock Lesnar at the 2016 Survivor Series.  That Owens would have to be squashed in their title match was a sure thing, especially to keep Lesnar looking strong for his final match with Goldberg at WrestleMania.  The problem was, that match didn’t need the Universal Title on the line to generate interest; it was already a huge rematch fifteen years in the making, and the way Goldberg returned in 2016 to take down Lesnar was already booked perfectly.  This match should never have happened, and say what you will about KO’s Universal Title reign, but there was no reason it needed to end with Jericho distracting him and Goldberg taking him down in twenty seconds.  Pure discouragement all around, and the total predictability of the situation made it a classic WWE move.


Women’s Money in the Bank Match

I was really excited for the first-ever women’s MITB match when it was first announced.  This was the exact sort of stride the division needed to level the playing field, and also acted as an opportunity for more of the women on SmackDown to get PPV exposure.  It also allowed the wrestlers involved to show that they are capable of putting on the same sort of high-risk, dangerous and thrilling stunt shows that only the men on the roster have been permitted to take part in.  Plus, the match featured Charlotte, Becky Lynch, and Natalya, three of the surest hands in the women’s division.  Also present were Tamina, who filled out the role of powerhouse nicely, and Carmella, who has still yet to put on anything close to a captivating match as far as I’m concerned.  Some of the problems here were fairly typical of the company’s handling of the division: the action itself was fine, with the former three really shining in the ring together, but the whole match was given thirteen minutes before being shut down.  The men’s MITB match got thirty minutes.  Come on, WWE.  But the biggest issue, and one of the most bullshit decisions of the entire year, was James Ellsworth assisting Carmella in winning the match.  Yes, despite the fact that there were five capable women in the match out to prove their talents and get much-deserved time in the big match spotlight, a man with no place on the roster save acting as Carmella’s boyfriend/flunky interfered for the win.  A man won the first women’s MITB match by knocking Becky Lynch off the ladder and climbing it on Carmella’s behalf to retrieve the briefcase.  In WWE’s world, it takes a man to win a high stakes match, and cut that thing short to the approval of nobody at all.  It wasn’t even good heel heat, it was just a stupid, insulting move that ruined a major PPV’s historic moment.  And the fact that they re-contested the match on SmackDown to the same effect (that time Carmella won cleanly) was just as big of a slap in the face to the division.

Big Cass vs. The Big Show—SummerSlam

Get it?  Both Big Cass and the Big Show are seven-foot-tall.  They also are equally limited in the ring, with twenty years separating them in age.  Basically, nobody at all asked for this match, and the fact that it made it to the main card of SummerSlam as opposed to the pre-show is pretty much a crime.  It’s possible this wasn’t the worst match of the year, it’s just the one I hated the most.  I was never a fan of Enzo & Cass, and the storyline that saw them fracturing was one of my least favorite this past year.  This match had the twist of putting Enzo in a shark cage above the ring, but at one point he greased himself up and slipped between the bars, only to have Big Show knock him out.  I made none of that up.  A pointless mess.

Jinder Mahal: WWE Champion

I’ve made it clear multiple times that I don’t hate Jinder Mahal, and I don’t feel he’s even close to the worst wrestler on the main roster.  But in no way did he deserve his six-month reign with the company’s main title, and that decision reflected WWE’s cynical cash-grabbing attitude almost as well as Stephanie McMahon’s tweet stating that philanthropy was the future of marketing.  Speaking of Steph, in the midst of Jinder’s reign she actually had the gall to declare in an interview that “We’re taking feedback in real time…Our audience tells us what they love, what they don’t like, and—worst—what they don’t care about.”  Part of that is true, but she fails to acknowledge the fact that every audience he performed before expressed their total disapproval of Jinder.  That didn’t matter at the time, however, as the company were set to tour India shortly, and unquestionably felt that this Canadian man of Indian descent was the ticket to drive up business in that major market.

At the time, I wrote a piece discussing the way WWE handled race problematically in the past, and just how sparse the representation of people of color in positive, prominent positions was.  All of that rings true, but I guess some of what I was arguing was naïve optimism in the face of the company’s Jinder campaign.  He was never booked respectably, always occupying the role of the outdated foreign heel and playing up the stereotypes WWE associated with his ethnicity.  Also, one of the biggest sour notes in his run was his feud with Shinsuke Nakamura, somebody ten times the wrestler that Jinder is.  Not only did Shinsuke get sacrificed to his opponent’s push, but a decent portion of their feud involved Mahal using flagrant Asian stereotypes to demean Nakamura on national television.  Yes, in 2017, a man of Indian descent used racist remarks, almost certainly written by a room full of white male writers, against a Japanese man.  There are almost no words for this shit.  

Also unforgiveable is WWE bringing back not only the Punjabi Prison match, but also the Great Khali himself in order to aid Jinder in his umpteenth match against Randy Orton.  Again, I don’t hate Jinder Mahal, but this was just insulting to my intelligence as a wrestling fan.

Bobby Heenan’s Passing

There were a lot of tragic pro wrestling deaths this year, but none hit me quite like this one.  I loved Bobby Heenan.  As a manager, as a host, as an announcer, he was a world class talent who made me crack up every time he was onscreen.  His years-long battle with cancer was no secret, but despite it all he managed to stick it out and fight for so long.  Even for fans such as myself born years after the company’s mid-80s golden era, it was impossible not to be aware of Heenan’s legacy and his contributions to so many major moments during that period.  He was so amazing at what he did, that even minor interview segments and commentary opposite Gorilla Monsoon on Saturday Night’s Main Event stand as perfect moments of wrestling mic work.  Nobody in the business has ever been wittier, nor better suited to the role of heel manager.  Take, for example, the fact that back in the kayfabe days of the 1970s, audience members were so enraged by Heenan’s actions that he was attacked with hammers, knives, and once was even shot at.  That’s the sort of edge of your seat, outlaw environment that wrestling once catered to, and the fact that he not only survived those attempts, but also thrived in one of the biggest boom periods in wrestling history speaks to his multifaceted talents and understanding of the business.  It still seems strange that he’s gone, even without his having appeared on television for so long.  It isn’t quite the same without Bobby “The Brain” Heenan, and his passing stands as the sort of truly tragic low point that none of my petty takes on bad matches and moments can truly stand up against.  RIP, Brain.

BEST SHOWS

Royal Rumble

NXT TakeOver: Chicago

NXT: WarGames

 

WORST SHOWS

Battleground

Money in the Bank

No Mercy


 

TV Party Tonight! Season Two: Andy Kaufman vs Jerry Lawler - by Colin Gawel

Welcome to season two of TV Party Tonight! Just to get you up to speed, TV Party Tonight is us folks at Pencilstorm sharing the Youtube rabbit holes we are diving into to kill time during the boring Ohio winter. John Lennon didn't live in the Midwest, but if he did, he might have written a song called, "Whatever Gets You Through the Night". or whatever. Also, I'm writing this in real time. Grammar may be dicey. Just imagine we are in a bar together and i'm jamming my phone in your face screaming "Watch This!"

Anyway, I'm going to kick off season two with clips of Andy Kaufman and his feud with Jerry "The King" Lawler. I recently read the book Lost in the Funhouse: The Life and Mind of Andy Kaufman by Bill Zehme. The thing I enjoyed most about this book was....

"WAIT!! Did you see Man on the Moon? Did you see Jim & Andy? Or the documentary I'm From Hollywood?  Did you read the Bob Zumuda Book? Did you? DID YOU?? huh? HUH? HUHHHH?"

The answer is no. I just read the one book. And then starting surfing Youtube for wrestling clips. And typing this. 

I'm sure I will catch up on all that stuff eventually, but Andy Kaufman is sort of like Muhammad Ali in that no actor can do the real person justice. Andy had been wrestling women at his standup shows and on Saturday NIght Live. People HATED this bit. It pretty much ruined his career. Still, being a performance artist and pro-wrestling fan, Andy had the idea to take this act directly to the people. He proposed the idea to WWE CEO Vince McMahon but he passed. Just too much heat having Latka from Taxi do the heel turn against women. 

However, in Memphis, a budding young promoter and wrestler himself, Jerry Lawler,  jumped at the chance of having a huge celebrity become part of his local wrestling program. The two agreed to start a video feud with Andy promising to  eventually show up in Memphis .... Below are the highlights of that feud. I'm so excited for you to watch this. 

Here's something I've been meaning to put up for a while now. Its Andy Kaufman versus Jerry Lawler from '82 and '83. Some of this stuff you'll have seen before but some you may not have. I used a variety of sources to pull this together.

This shove prompts a Hollywood lawsuit. 

Here's a clip from the great movie I'm From Hollywood. Kaufman's challenge is accepted by a large local woman named Foxy. The match isn't really shown but the post match antics between Kaufman and Lawler are here.

Clips of this have been seen everywhere but here's the full segment from Memphis television. Lawler announces he's received a deposition and a video tape from Andy Kaufman. Kaufman and "lawyer" Bob Zmuda sit poolside in Hollywood announcing they're suing the King over the shove after the Foxy match.

Andy sends in a tape accepting Lawler's challenge. He also wrestles a woman named Susan to show how tough he is. Kaufman is tremendous in this video.

So this leads to the infamous Andy Kaufman / Jerry Lawler appearance on the David Letterman show. I watched this live as a kid while on vacation with my family in Ocean City Maryland. It blew my mind wide open. I had no idea what was happening. It made me a Letterman fan for life. A couple of thoughts before watching this..

- Lawler was every bit the performance artist as Andy. 

-The two were supposed to make up on air. Just before going on, Andy told Lawler, "you have to hit me". Jerry responded, "I'm just this hick from Memphis, these cops will arrest me." Just before break, Lawler went for it. Nobody on Letterman knew it was coming. There was a 22 minute commercial break while security sorted out the melee.

- Letterman handled it all beautifully. 

ENJOY

Kaufman and Lawler on Late Night with Dave Letterman

Even though it was over on the national scene, the feud kept going on local Memphis TV. Andy was not doing this for the money. He loved it. The crowd hated him!!

July 9, 1983 at WMC-TV in Memphis. Andy Kaufman makes his in studio debut. Like I said before, this isn't every segment in the feud but its everything I have in my collection. Andy and Jimmy have taken on Jerry Lawler in a handicap match. It didn't go well.

Can it get better? Yes, Kaufman goes face and humbly asks for Lawler's help.

July 16, 1983 from Memphis TV. This segment opens with Jimmy Hart vs Andy Kaufman from the Mid-South Coliseum on July 11, 1983. Hart's First Family jumps Andy during the match. Kaufman says he wants revenge on Hart and attempts to recruit arch-enemy Jerry Lawler to be his partner against the Mouth of the South.

Big mistake Lawler!! Kaufman and intellectual equal Jimmy Hart pull ultimate heel turn.

July 23, 1983 from Memphis TV. In the words of Brian Alvarez..shenanigans! Andy Kaufman and Jimmy Hart, along with the Assassins, celebrate their big swerve of the King. The July 18, 1983 match with Kaufman and Lawler vs. the Assassin and Hart is shown. Note, these are not the same Assassins from Georgia and Mid Atlantic.

And then, cementing his greatness, upon learning of Andy Kaufman's death, Jerry Lawler doesn't break character. He does it the right way. Andy would have been proud.

From the 1984 Season available now at www.70s-tv.com.

As time passed, Jerry has come clean about his and Andy Kaufman's relationship. Listen here

Colin Gawel writes for Pencilstorm and is going to Wrestlemania this year. 

Vince McMahon and XFL Blow Second Chance for Heel Turn - by Colin Gawel

Colin's Coffee was abuzz with excitement when news broke that Vince McMahon was going to reboot and relaunch the formerly doomed XFL football league. Sure, we all mocked the previous incarnation with He Hate Me, gratuitous cheerleader-cleavage shots and overall lousy action, but after watching the recent 30 for 30 about the league I had an epiphany: The XFL failed because it was ahead of it's time. People just needed more time to "dumb-down" (or would it be "dumb-up"?) and it could be a gold mine. I think in the year 2018 the populace is now sufficiently stupid enough to embrace the new XFL.

Including yours truly. 

Picture this: The California Commies go on the road to face the Alabama Klan in Mobile. Fans erupt as the Commies, led by League MVP Colin Kapernick perform their traditional pre-game flag-burning during the National Anthem. "You'll pay for this Commies!!!" screams Klan color analyst Roy Moore. 

Meanwhile, top draft pick Johnny "Football" Manziel's squad, the Reno Pimps take on the Charleston Steeples led by "Saint" Timmy Tebow. 

Needless to say, both Tebow and Manziel would have a camera crew on them full-time for a weekly reality show covering their off the field exploits. Johnny spends off days "working" at the Mustang Ranch while Tim volunteers his time working with orphans on ponies. And reading the Bible to orphan ponies.  All of this would be available through the XFL app for just $9.99 a month. 

See where I'm going? THIS is the XFL Model I was hoping that Mr. McMahon would unveil at his press conference. And I'll admit, I was secretly hoping the LA KISS (formerly owned by Paul Stanley & Gene Simmons) would be given a spot in the league, too. I loved the show 4th and Loud. I mean, watching Paul Stanley address a football team is the reason reality TV exists in the first place. Let's think big: Fans calling plays on twitter; Injured players being left on the field until their team scores; Instead of just time outs, teams get one smoke screen or oil slick each half. Stuff like that. 

ALAS, the "new" XFL promises NONE of that. What's worse is there aren't even any heels allowed. You can't even have a DUI and get in the league. I'm not sure if Mr. McMahon knows exactly who plays the game of professional football but somebody better give him a copy of Pros and Cons to leaf through on his private jet ride home. It would be tough to field a respectable defensive line with a clean criminal record, let alone an entire league. 

And, Vince McMahon knows better than anybody the power of the heel. They generate the heat. The cheap heat gets you the ratings. He himself is one of the best heels of all time. Could you imagine WWE with only John Cenas and no Bray Wyatts? BORING.

Vince leads us to believe the selling point of the XFL is that the games are going to be punctual (just two hours), played clean, and with everybody standing at attention for the National Anthem. 

YAWN. Count me out. I suppose a master such as Vince McMahon could just be setting up us suckers for a master heel-turn when he clocks Tim Tebow over the head with a chair before the XFL Super Extreme Bowl, but it seems unlikely. My day just got a little less fun. 

Colin Gawel watches WWE Monday Night Raw instead of Monday Night Football but is a fan of the Cleveland Browns so there is never a conflict. He wrote this at Colin's Coffee while ignoring customers.