Rough n' Rowdy Weigh-In's With a MASSIVE Oversight
I was kindly asked by Barstool Devlin to blog some Rough n' Rowdy content this week. I'm not directly involved with Rough n' Rowdy. I've done nothing to contribute to the event. But I agreed to put a couple of blogs out there.
So as a man who was tasked with blogging Rough n' Rowdy, it's my responsibility to point out where they fucked up. And boy, did they fuck up big time tonight. I turned on the Rough n' Rowdy Weigh-In's promptly at 7 PM EST this evening. I watched along with my gay good friend Gay Pat, from the Pink Whitey Apres Ski House in Killington, Vermont. The broadcast could not have started out any hotter. As soon as we figured out how to pull up YouTube, this delightful little person (politically correct) blessed our 30" Plasma TV screen.
And they just let him walk away. Nobody bothered to put a mic in his face. Nobody bothered to learn his name. Nobody bothered to ask if he could grant them 3 wishes. Nothing. Shame on you Rough n' Rowdy. Shame on you.
Even though the broadcast peaked about 45 seconds in, there were still some other notable moments.
Obviously, there was Frank The Tank surviving this GRUESOME fall to the gross arena floor.
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Grace O'Malley made her eyes really wide and chewed gum violently in this Cajun broads face for a while.
Pacman Jones showed up in some sort of designer jacket with no shirt underneath, and surprisingly no Copenhagen in his lip. Him and Bobby Lang were pretty respectful of each other. But Shizzat The Rizzat (who appeared to be there for no reason other than clout), decided to get in Pacman's face. Shizzat wants Pacman. We should honesty start pushing for that fight to happen because it would be a bloodbath for Shizzat. Pacman had ZERO fighting experience, and was able to hang with Bobby Lang, who I'm pretty sure lives his life like he's a professional fighter. Pacman hung with him on pure athleticism alone. Shizzat lost to a fucking nobody last time. I would love to see Pacman Jones (who is remarkably likable) beat the fuck out of Shizzat.
This Ninja dude thought he was going to be really fucking cool by having a big mustache, but everyone in the Pink Whitney Apres Ski House Presented by Pink Whitney agreed that he was trying too hard.
The Abel brothers showed up in shirts with their names on them, and talked in very quiet/annoying voices.
And my favorite moment involved this guy who wasn't even supposed to fight, but got called in last minute because someone dropped out. The guy on the left (white doughy guy) is the person who they called in. They called him in to fight the guy on the right (jacked black guy). Barstool Sports might get hit with a murder charge because of this. I hope they have white guy sign a few extra waivers before the fight tomorrow.
This is the 19th Rough n' Rowdy, so you guys know the drill by now. Buy the fights. They cost less than $30. All you have to do is get 30 of your closes friends together, then it's less than $1 per person. It's always worth it.