TITS AND ARSES
With the World Cup over and the only football matches on telly were Man Utd friendly games in South Africa and Scotland (Ananda must be a Red Devil!), TNA wrestling managed to perk my interest one late night. Understandably, it was the name of the programme that caught my eye first. And there were plenty of Tits aNd Arses indeed!
Has anyone really noticed what the wrestling referee actually does? Can't help thinking what a great job that is. You’re a referee in a sport with no rules of any kind. How do you screw that up? Slap the floor a couple of times and pretend you’re blind and easily distracted for the most part of tag team matches, particularly when a wrestler is being pummeled senselessly, then collect your wages at the end of the night.
The referee is kind of like Maurice Gibb. You don’t really need him or even notice him, but the Bee Gees just wouldn’t be the same without him.
I think they must have got these guys from the same place the Harlem Globetrotters get their refs. There must be this whole school where they teach you to just kind of run around and not notice anything.
That’s the school where the teachers will sit you down, show you a film of the chaotic brawling scene from Gangs of New York, and if you don’t see anything illegal going on, you’re hired!
JEKYLL