22 Days Of WrestleMania (What Monday Nights Mean To Me)

For over 13 years, WWE and Monday Nights have gone hand in hand. Now, I'm not saying that Monday Night Raw is more synonymous with Monday nights than Monday Night Football is, but it definitely has found its niche. Some of wrestling's greatest moments have happened on Raw (the infamous Brian Pillman/Steve Austin gun angle, the ECW invasion, the Steve Austin beer truck incident, Razor Ramon upset by the 1-2-3 Kid, Shawn Michaels forfeiting the world title, and so on...). However, Monday nights mean a little bit more to me. For the past 7 years or so, I have been the host of Raw for my friends to enjoy. While their interest in professional wrestling has varied from time to time, it is a tradition that still lives on today. Every Monday night, no matter what the world has to offer me, I know that I have something to look forward to. Sure the wrestling is great (at least to me), but it's also the fact that I know my friends are going to be around to listen to my terrible jokes, complain about whatever I feel like complaining about, or listen to me ramble on about such things as Lions football or what bands I think suck. Sure there have been a few down moments (the short time span no one came, Brandon Byrd throwing a screw driver at me and busting my lip open, the time I stomped my foot in Marc's face, etc.) but I wouldn't trade any of these times we have spent in my basement for anything in the world. So on this note I would like to thank the following people for making Monday nights so special to me:

(in alphabetical order by last name)
Amanda Burnett
Brandon F. Byrd
Justin Carmichael
Dave Distelrath
Mike Forster
Marc Granger
Chris Hoelscher
Scott Moore
Adam Stolz

And also a thank you to Joe Thomas, who often has discussed Raw later on that night or the next day.