Today’s Entrance Music

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

During Bernie Taupin’s initial New York City visit, a gunshot occurred outside his hotel. Elton John adapted his songwriter’s experience into a poignant and provocative selection. He perfectly expresses his involvement with the city, his need for its people, and his final desire to be alone…

Contributor: Platinum Smalls

Barker, Baskett, & Twitter: Elton John Couldn’t Write This

As Bob Barker hosted Monday Night Raw, speculation sizzled he had passed away. While this rumor was ridiculous, the obvious was again apparent. Tweeters are unfamiliar with restraint or verification.

I’ll bet this rumor resurfaces around Christmas Day, as Hank and Kendra Baskett welcome their initial child.

Hank wears his jersey like a crown,
He calls his fetus Hank,
‘Cause he likes the name,
And he’ll send him to any school he can afford.

Hank, Hank likes his wife’s money,
Kendra makes a lot they say,
Hank himself is penniless,
Philadelphia released him today.
He’ll be born to a bunny and scrub on a Christmas Day,
When twitter will say Barker’s dead again,
And the Cavs have won,
Hank Baskett has a son today.

And he shall be Baskett,
He’ll think L.T.’s the man,
And he shall be Baskett,
Like his mama the Chargers fan,
And he shall be Baskett,
He’ll think L.T.’s the man,
He shall be Baskett.
Kendra sells old Playboy mags in town,
Her solo business thrives,
Hank sells autographs on the net,
And watches as no one will buy.

And Kendra, she wants to go to Hefner
And leave Hank far behind,
Take her son and shoot a new cover
While Hank, Hank slowly dies.
He’ll be born to a bunny and scrub on a Christmas Day,
When twitter will say Barker’s dead again,
And the Cavs have won,
Hank Baskett has a son today.

And he shall be Baskett,
He’ll think L.T.’s the man,
And he shall be Baskett,
Like his mama the Chargers fan,
And he shall be Baskett,
He’ll think L.T.’s the man,
He shall be Baskett.

Contributors: Platinum Smalls & Rick Morris of the FDH Lounge

Today’s Entrance Music

Nikita

One of my old prized possessions is a Nikita Koloff T-shirt, circa 1987, purchased at the Great American Bash when it toured Cleveland Stadium after an Indians game that summer. The Tribe lost, of course, but we the fans were all winners in getting to see a "Who's Who" of the NWA back in the day (although the prepubescent squealing of "RICKY! ROBERT!" was a bit much for these ears). Nikita Koloff to me was the badass at that time that it was OK to root for because his character was now pro-American. But it is undeniable that the tendency is for promoters to portray their babyfaces as more human and vulnerable. A good friend of mine at the time only rooted for bad guys for that very reason and he was disgusted with Nikita once he befriended Dusty Rhodes and Magnum T.A. To him, Nikita now reminded him of the wimpy song by the same name that was on the airwaves at the time.

So in honor of the kinder, gentler, Perestroika good guy Nikita Koloff, we dedicate this very fey video and wish for the ring entrance that never was: Elton John serenading the Russian Nightmare on the way to the ring...

Contributor: Rick Morris of the FDH Lounge