ToddEVF
08-28-2002, 11:15 PM
[quote]The following is from Lance Storm's official website, StormWrestling.com:
Sorry I've been away a bit, of late. I've been both a little tired and suffering from writer's block. Actually I'm not sure it's so much writer's block as it is that there just hasn't been all that much to talk about. I've had a few horrific travel experiences but I couldn't bring myself to go on yet another airline tirade. (Believe me, though, I wanted to). This past weekend something very unique happen so I am once again inspired to write.
The unique experience of which I speak is actually the completely uncommon, good fortune with travel. As strange as it is to hear me say it, or at least see me type it, it is true. I had stretch of good fortune with travel this week. It wasn't a long stretch but I'll take a break whenever I can get it. What makes this good fortune even more unbelievable is that it took place in, of all places, New York City. There was even a bit of good luck in Ohio but that is more a Christian story and I'll add that at the end if I have room.
We were in New York for both Summer Slam and Raw this week. We (Christian and I) actually stayed in Newark, NJ the whole time but I pretty much consider the whole area New York. I despise this area of the country. To me it represents TRAFFIC, or more accurately TRAFFIC JAMS. I hate traffic. Granted so does everyone else, but when you travel as much as I do you also have a very short fuse.
When Christian and I travel we try to plan out our next days events before we go to bed. Pace or selves to decide what time we have to get up, to get everything done and still get to the show on time. We never seem to have enough time to sleep so we try to plan it as tight as possible.
Saturday night we planned out our Sunday schedule.
Leave hotel by this time, finished diner by this, drive to Long Island (this is the real crap shoot, because traffic on the Belt Parkway can double and triple your travel time, arrive at gym around here, train for this long, back to building by X o'clock. This is our usual plan and it almost never works out to schedule. That's the nice thing about finding a gym right near the building; you can lengthen or shorten your work out as need be to still make the show on time. We are given a little bit of leeway on our arrival time but TV and PPVs it's a good idea to be there as close to on time as humanly possible.
On Summer Slam Sunday we started off right on schedule. I was in the car 1 minute early Christian was there 45 seconds after I was. We ate at the Sky Line Diner and were paying our bill right at the end of our 30 minutes of allotted time. Now the tricky part, the drive into Long Island. I have never, in my life, done this without hitting traffic.
It's never a question of if; it's a question of when. We usually don't add too much time to account for traffic because we don't like passing up those few extra minutes for sleep. We usually make those minutes up with a rushed work out. This trip we didn't hit a single traffic delay. I couldn't believe it, good thing too because even with our unprecedented stop free trip we arrived at the gym right on schedule.
This was a new gym for me, but Christian had been there before. We got our full workout in and didn't have to rush or skip a set. Very seldom, on the road do we find both a good gym and the time to hit a full workout. This day was going great. We left the gym right on time and hit the arena 15 minutes ahead of schedule.
Being early to the arena is never a bad thing and on a PPV day it can be a blessing. At this point I figured we were in big trouble. Things never go this well for us on the road and New York City is never kind. It was about this point that I mentioned to Christian that I was worried about out match. I said, "Things are going far too well for us today something very bad is going to happen and it will likely be in our match."
Well as most of you hopefully saw, nothing bad happened in our match. As a matter of fact I was extremely happy with it. We had a to
Sorry I've been away a bit, of late. I've been both a little tired and suffering from writer's block. Actually I'm not sure it's so much writer's block as it is that there just hasn't been all that much to talk about. I've had a few horrific travel experiences but I couldn't bring myself to go on yet another airline tirade. (Believe me, though, I wanted to). This past weekend something very unique happen so I am once again inspired to write.
The unique experience of which I speak is actually the completely uncommon, good fortune with travel. As strange as it is to hear me say it, or at least see me type it, it is true. I had stretch of good fortune with travel this week. It wasn't a long stretch but I'll take a break whenever I can get it. What makes this good fortune even more unbelievable is that it took place in, of all places, New York City. There was even a bit of good luck in Ohio but that is more a Christian story and I'll add that at the end if I have room.
We were in New York for both Summer Slam and Raw this week. We (Christian and I) actually stayed in Newark, NJ the whole time but I pretty much consider the whole area New York. I despise this area of the country. To me it represents TRAFFIC, or more accurately TRAFFIC JAMS. I hate traffic. Granted so does everyone else, but when you travel as much as I do you also have a very short fuse.
When Christian and I travel we try to plan out our next days events before we go to bed. Pace or selves to decide what time we have to get up, to get everything done and still get to the show on time. We never seem to have enough time to sleep so we try to plan it as tight as possible.
Saturday night we planned out our Sunday schedule.
Leave hotel by this time, finished diner by this, drive to Long Island (this is the real crap shoot, because traffic on the Belt Parkway can double and triple your travel time, arrive at gym around here, train for this long, back to building by X o'clock. This is our usual plan and it almost never works out to schedule. That's the nice thing about finding a gym right near the building; you can lengthen or shorten your work out as need be to still make the show on time. We are given a little bit of leeway on our arrival time but TV and PPVs it's a good idea to be there as close to on time as humanly possible.
On Summer Slam Sunday we started off right on schedule. I was in the car 1 minute early Christian was there 45 seconds after I was. We ate at the Sky Line Diner and were paying our bill right at the end of our 30 minutes of allotted time. Now the tricky part, the drive into Long Island. I have never, in my life, done this without hitting traffic.
It's never a question of if; it's a question of when. We usually don't add too much time to account for traffic because we don't like passing up those few extra minutes for sleep. We usually make those minutes up with a rushed work out. This trip we didn't hit a single traffic delay. I couldn't believe it, good thing too because even with our unprecedented stop free trip we arrived at the gym right on schedule.
This was a new gym for me, but Christian had been there before. We got our full workout in and didn't have to rush or skip a set. Very seldom, on the road do we find both a good gym and the time to hit a full workout. This day was going great. We left the gym right on time and hit the arena 15 minutes ahead of schedule.
Being early to the arena is never a bad thing and on a PPV day it can be a blessing. At this point I figured we were in big trouble. Things never go this well for us on the road and New York City is never kind. It was about this point that I mentioned to Christian that I was worried about out match. I said, "Things are going far too well for us today something very bad is going to happen and it will likely be in our match."
Well as most of you hopefully saw, nothing bad happened in our match. As a matter of fact I was extremely happy with it. We had a to