Ryan’s “What if?” post earlier today has me waxing sentimental over how awesome Mr. Kennedy was. In the midst of his push, I can’t tell you how many times I shouted his name (self-produced echo and all) at some pub patron in the wee hours of the morning. It was just so fun to say; Mr. Anderson doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as effortlessly. In addition to reminiscing about good times with Mr. Kennedy’s catchphrase, I’ve been thinking about how much I truly despise Hornswoggle, the little fellow who ended up filling the role of VKM’s illegitimate son that was originally intended for the man from Green Bay. I thought of how many times during the past few years I’ve rolled my eyes at his antics. I thought about his name soiling the Cruiserweight Title lineage, and I thought about all of the airtime he’s stolen from deserving talent. And then I thought about how much I enjoy watching him get beat up.
Which leads me to WrestleMania 23, where my affection towards Mr. Kennedy and my contempt for Hornswoggle collided when the former delivered a Green Bay Plunge to the little goblin from off of a ladder. This is far from news, and it’s admittedly not relevant to today in professional wrestling…but it is a grown man squashing Hornswoggle like a bug. So that counts for something. Enjoy Sheamus booting the little guy in the dome as an added bonus.