Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Hearkening back to our highly enlightened conversation at dinner at the WPBT gathering, I've been a fan of professional wrestling all my life. This and the admitted fact that I'm a hillbilly kinda go hand in hand. So it was with shock and sadness that I read this morning about "The Crippler" Chris Benoit's passing. It's with rage and disgust that I read further this afternoon that he apparently murdered his wife and son before hanging himself in his home. And it's with outright shock that I read that authorities believe it may be a case of "roid rage" brought on by steroid abuse.
No, I'm not shocked that a pro wrestler might have been abusing steroids. I'm a hillbilly, not a moron (I know, debatable). I'm shocked that people in our relatively advanced society haven't figured out yet that this shit will kill you. It's not bad enough that it gives you monster zits, puts an asterisk by your name in the baseball record books and makes your pecker shrink, this shit will kill you. I know, sports and sports entertainment is a tough business, and people are looking for any edge they can come up with, just like poker players dumping a little toot in their Red Bull in the bathroom to get an even better boost. But come the fuck on, this is ridiculous.
So yeah, I'm saddened that I'll never get to watch one of my favorite performers in the ring. But I'm furious that someone whose ability and work I respected was too fucking stupid to put down the needle, and now apparently has murdered his whole family because of it. It makes me fucking sick. At least Vinny Vinh is only gonna kill himself with his stupid addictions.
Posted by John G. Hartness at 2:24 PM