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Last Saturday Night, I pretty much got manhandled by Chris Morrus, and that seems to be a reaccuring theme here lately. I made the comment a few weeks ago that I needed to beat you, now that statement holds true more than ever. My temper may have gotten the better of me again, as I accepted the challenge of what I will now call "Put up or shut up", my keg and the freedom to bring it out to the SCW arena against me and the "Frat Pack" being there. This weighed heavy on my mind all the way home from Madison, because the "Frat Pack" is not just the guys from Hanover, but ALL those fans that cheer me in the arena. Now I'm sure that they will be let back into the arena, but if I lose, I won't. That's why as soon as I got back to the Frat House, I went straight to the basement with a tape of last week's match and locked myself in. I just came back up like ten minutes ago. I've watched that match over and over and over again for three and a half days straight now, only stopping to sleep, and I think I've got it. "Colossus", I've got you pegged. I know what I did wrong, and where I went wrong last week. I got your weakness. I know what it is. And this week, I'm planning on exploiting it for all to see. Four weeks in a row now I've felt that "Colossus Crash", and it's high time that I quit falling victim to it.
I hope you are having fun at the "keg" partys you and the Gay Blade have been having with OUR keg, but there's one thing missing from them that I'll be sure to lend you this Saturday Night...a "Funnel". Beacause now, more than ever , for the sake of the fans, for the "Frat Pack", and for me, I need to beat you; and after being locked in the basement, I know I can.
Tappin' Kegs and Breakin' Legs,
Biff