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Now That Iron Sheik Aired His Thoughts About Jim Joyce, Where’s Nikolai Volkoff?

I’m not kidding. Seriously, whatever happened to that guy? Nikolai Volkoff was the best. In fact, I have been dying to hear the Soviet national anthem again ever since all that perestroika crap went down.

Clearly, Iron Sheik is prettay, prettay, prettay, prettay angry at umpire Jim Joyce.  In fact, the sixty-seven (67!) year-old wrestler wants to f**k Joyce in the ass and make him humble. Truer words have never been idly threatened.

You know, the more I think about the ineptitude of Bud Selig in overseeing every controversy that arises in major league baseball, allow me to make this suggestion: a blue ribbon panel consisting of former WWF wrestlers should be formed immediately to preside over major league baseball. I hereby nominate Hacksaw Jim Duggan as chair of this learned and esteemed panel. Iron Sheik? He’s way too much into anal rape. Same goes for Hillbilly Jim. For obvious reasons.

[Thanks, Upstate Underdog]