If you have been reading The Diary since last year (2025), you’re aware of my gratitude for the many recent glimpses of hope. Honestly, one of those glimpses that made me keep going is feeling something special for someone. I swear: I haven’t felt like this in years.
And today, the eve of St. Valentine’s Day, in celebration of all forms of love a day early, I would like to quote a few lines from one of my favorite love songs. I’m filing this under the Notes to Self category instead of the Song of the Moment category because these lines are not only etched in my heart but also in my mind.
You know they say all men are created equal, but you look at me, and you look at Samoa Joe, and you can see that statement is not true!
See, normally if you go one-on-one with another wrestler, you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But I’m a genetic freak and I’m not normal! So you got a 25%, AT BEST, at beat me! Then you add Kurt Angle to the mix, your chances of winning drastic go down!
See, the three-way at Sacrifice, you got a 33 and third chance of winning. But I! I got a 66 and 2/3 chance of winning, because Kurt Angle KNOWS he can’t beat me, and he’s not even gonna try! So, Samoa Joe, you take your 33 and third chance, minus my 25% chance, and you got an 8 and a third chance of winning at Sacrifice!
But then you take my 75% chance of winning, if we was to go one on one, and then add 66 2/3 per cents, I got 141 2/3 chance of winning at Sacrifice!
See Joe, the numbers don’t lie, and they spell disaster for you at Sacrifice!
“Big Poppa Pump” Scott Steiner, TNA Impact, May 1, 2008
Gotcha.
Happiest Valentine’s Day to all!
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