Why I Wish I Was @WWE Creative

On a Saturday night in November of 1985, I began a guilty pleasure driven love affair with the world of professional wrestling. When the romance started, I mainly watched televised matches featuring the biggest superstars soundly beating wrestlers who had absolutely no chance of victory. Those losers (some lovable) term of endearment was (and is) jobber – as it is their job to make the superstar look as good as possible on their way to victory.

It’s Garry Shandling’s Tribute

When I was 13 and a 1/2, I attempted to break the barrier and make myself known to a girl…

I didn’t ask her out until three years following that.

Garry Shandling would have understood and appreciated this.