A Good Day
Ran into Triple H tonight in the locker room. He was trying to be cool and all -- "Hey, Kurt... how you been? Looking forward to our match? Hey, have you seen The Upside of Anger yet? I hear it's supposed to be really good." -- but I wasn't having any of that. For a while, I just starred daggers at him, but after five minutes I just couldn't take his prattling on about his antiquing trip anymore.
I told him I didn't appreciate what he said about me... especially after I sang at his wedding. I told him that I'm sensitive about my weight. I told him that when he says things to hurt me, he only ends up hurting our friendship. I said I was tired of such poisonous, passive-aggressive behavior.
He starred at the ground for a while. "I... I had no idea you felt that way," he finally said. Then he grabbed a steel chair and hit me over the head.
I think we had a real breakthrough today!
Posted by goldmedalguy at 1:21 AM on 4/1/2005 | Comments (0)
Haiku
My soul in tatters
I cry out at night alone
Nobody likes fatty
Posted by goldmedalguy at 3:47 AM on 3/31/2005 | Comments (0)
Whipped Devil!
Got a glimpse of myself in the mirror tonight as I was getting ready for a match. God, is that my waistline. Oh man, Triple H was right. I am fat!
No more venti mocha frappuchinos for this Olympic medalist anymore. At least, not with any whip cream -- that I can assure you.
Posted by goldmedalguy at 11:53 PM on 3/28/2005 | Comments (0)
I Am Not Triple H’s Fat Bitch
That bastard Triple H! There I am backstage last night, and he's doing an interview which I happen to catch on the monitor. And he's talking about how he's going to destroy me and mop the floor with me, which I'm totally fine with, because that's his thing. Then he says by the end of the match, he's going to make me his "bitch," which is totally not cool since it's such an unbelievably offensive thing to say, what with the epidemic of prison rape we're experiencing in this country. Then he spends about five minutes talking about how I'm a fat, bald joke and how when he's done with me, all that's going to be left is a skid mark where my trunks used to be.
I'm not ashamed if people see me cry, but I was glad nobody was around then, all the same. Water works city.
Posted by goldmedalguy at 10:30 AM on 3/28/2005 | Comments (0)
Calm Down, Kurt
Big match coming up with Triple H next week. I haven't been able to sleep all week. Even the sivananda yoga isn't helping me keep a calm, relaxed mind. Maybe some chamomile tea will help...
Posted by goldmedalguy at 4:32 PM on 3/22/2005 | Comments (0)
How Innocent
Ran into Trish Stratus backstage tonight. She was wearing some sort of frilly nightgown instead of her usual ring gear.
"I'm fighting in a lingerie match tonight," she said.
"Boy, that's degrading," I replied.
"De... what?" she asked.
"Well, it doesn't seem like that's the sort of match that's going to make people take you seriously for you, does it? And talk about promoting unhealthy body issues." I said. I think that made her mad, because she walked away shaking her head and muttering under her breath.
I know someone who's getting a copy of The Beauty Myth for her next birthday.
Posted by goldmedalguy at 1:21 AM on 3/21/2005 | Comments (0)
The Media Sucks
Jim Ross was interviewing me for Smackdown. And he's going on and on about me.. "Kurt Angle, you're a remorseless machine... Kurt Angle, you're like some caged animal... Kurt Angle, you're like a monster in the ring..."
And so I stopped him. "How do you think that makes me feel, Jim?" I asked him.
"What?" he said.
"How do you think that makes me feel? I'm not some piece of meat, Jim. I'm a human being with feelings. I'm a husband and a father and a member of my local Kiwanis Club. Yes, I'm aggressive inside in the ring -- it's my livelihood. But that doesn't give you license to talk to me like I'm some sort of danger to society."
Jim pretty much ended the interview then and there. Sigh... how can you work with someone who doesn't respect your feelings like that? And I helped him move a couple months ago!
Posted by goldmedalguy at 2:45 PM on 3/19/2005 | Comments (0)
Tough Day
Tough day at work today. I'm fighting a match against Shawn Michaels at the Fleet Center in Boston -- it's the main event on Smackdown -- and Shawn is really knocking me around the ring when I pull off this sweet counter move that gives me the upper hand. Shawn's down on the mat now, and I'm just about to go in for the ankle move and the submission, when the crowd -- I mean, the entire crowd -- starts booing.
Booing! Me!
I mean, how is that supposed to make me feel? I'm in the gym every day working my tail off. I put a lot effort into the match... I'm not half-assing it out there like some other people I could mention. And I'm getting booed like I muffed an easy ground ball in Game Six of the World Series.
It's enough to make you not even want to try anymore.
So... unappreciative fans. When I checked into the hotel, the room wasn't ready. I got stuck in traffic on the way into the arena. Oh, also, I think I suffered a slight tear in my right hamstring. Just a bad day all around.
Posted by goldmedalguy at 1:34 AM on 3/17/2005 | Comments (0)
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