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11.04.2008

Dear Wrestling:

Hey, how have you been? Yeah, I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen one another but I just thought I should let you know where I stand in our relationship. You know how I used to love boxing?

Yeah. Since I was 3 I would sit down with my dad as Sugar Ray pounded on Marvelous Marvin Hagler. I got into it even more when Mike Tyson came around. He was a great character that the sport needed at the time. You became the same way. All kinds of crazy new guys started showing up. Change is good. Right?

But damn, baby. You really let yourself go! I used to be around you for at least eight hours a week. I would go crazy without you. I couldn’t sleep without knowing what you were up to. I would ask my brother and friends what you looked like the night before. “Was it good? What happened then? No way!” But now? I can go weeks without seeing you and feel nothing. What happened to us? Was it me? Was it you? How did this happen to us?!

I’ll tell you what happened. I grew up and you didn’t. Yeah, in the late 90’s you got some “Attitude” and that was fantastic. You were flipping the bird, drinking beer, and cursing a blue streak. But then all your friends started copying you. Afterwards you got stale. I stuck with you though thinking it was just a phase your were going through. “It’ll get better” I told myself. But it didn’t. Things actually got worse.

You started doing drugs and dying on me. Some of my favorite stars growing up dropped left and right. The ones that stuck around were falling apart. You started writing tell all books detailing all of the horrible shit you had done right before my eyes. I was a kid and dint know any better. I feel like you’ve been lying to me all these years. How could you treat me like this? All I wanted was to see you but not like this. Where do we go from here?

You’ve shown some improvements the last year or so, but it may be a case of too little too late. I’ll check up on you every once in a while to see how you’re doing. But I cant sit and watch what I once loved fall apart any longer. I mean, I still like you. I just don’t love you anymore. No hard feelings, okay? Take care of yourself. Later.

- Dante Ross a.k.a. Tha Stepdaddy

"I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me"

- Common


4 comments: on "Dear Wrestling:"

Skitlez said...

So, you're saying you used to love H.E.R.? :)

Nice concept...exact thing I'm going through.

Dante Ross said...

Yeah. I used to compare TNA to a hot chick with a bad personality. It had the looks, the talent, and there was no reason why it would be bad. It just finds a way to be. With wrestling in general I am feeling like a guy that is sick of American girls and booking a flight to Taiwan to hook up with a new bride. I may not understand what she says, but damn it, she looks great. Japanese wrestling is getting me hot! I'll try messing with the Mexicans but I've been burnt by that before.

Anonymous said...

This feels like Dan-e-o's classsssic joint, DEAR HIP HOP!!!

Dear Hip Hop, I'll love you 'til I die To taste the grace of your embrace, I will try My mission is to utilize my skills on the mic
To rid you of the losers, abusers and stereotypes

Dear hip hop, what is the state of your condition?

Niggaz be dishin' fiction making my decision a mission

To rid them from the planet cuz my tracks hacks their wackness
Raps they flap is dryer than habitats of a cactus Fact is I'm raw skilled cuz God filled me with the spunk to be So phat, rappers need an elevator to keep up with me
My objective's to be selective with my projections To carry ya beyond the barriers of new dimensions So help me slit the slack bros with wack flows I pack blows to crack foes sweepin' your reach from plateaus

With senseless scripts, their lips is paraplegic

While the level of my lyrics leave their legion with lesions

From when you gave me birth, I've remained true to your rule

Yet phonies try to hold me back like teachers did to them in school
My promise to punish poetic plagues won't end

Cuz ever since I was ten, you been my best fuckin' friend

romello said...

I used to love h.e.r,but now days the bitch barely even gets me stiff. She gives a decent H.J every now and then and sometimes,she even surprises me with some decent knob action,but for the most part,she hasn't rocked my world for a while. As unsatisfied as she makes me,i still fuck with her,because the love in the past is filled with enough good memories to justify it.I really wish she would fix herself up and try to remember how good that ass was in her glory days. It's not like it's was that long ago. To many guys have hit that ass and left her looking like the sad pathetic bitch that she looks like now I think what she needs is for someone to hold her close and tell her how special she is in order to recapture her sexiness.