Hello again from Edge Central (my office).
First things first, I'll get my butt-kissing out of the way. To the fans holding the "We Miss Edge" sign at Judgment Day: thank you. It actually made me feel damn good. By the way, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing these every week, on every show. Not a hint or anything.
Now I have a couple of things to get off my chest. According to Christian on Byte This!, I "call him five times a day," No offense to "the peeps," but I think he's got it backwards. The poor kid’s delusional. He misses me. I see him more now than I did when he was on RAW and I was on SmackDown! Anyway it has been a good week for the "squeaky wheel"(Gangrel’s old nickname for him), or “miserable bastard” (my, Chris, and Lance's nickname for him). First he buys himself a brand new Porsche Boxster (yes, MB, now everyone knows), wins the newly reinstated Intercontinental Title, and gets a nice new haircut. Not too shabby. He needs to give Trish her pants back, though.
I also read Matt Hardy's Latest Version. I stand corrected, he does eat corn with a fork (occasionally), and when he does it's even better than the hand eating. Let me commentate. He grabs the fork with his "jimmy hands" and starts at one side of his mouth, and like an old typewriter, moves it across his mouth, hoping to inhale some kernels of corn on the pass by. It does not work too well, and is hilarious to watch. I guess they ain't too handy with them eatin' sticks in Cameron, N.C.! If you ever see Matt and I in a restaurant, and he's eating corn, you have an open invitation, from me (maybe not him), to come and watch the spectacle. Caveman Hardy rules!
For some reason I keep receiving e-mails asking about my workout routine and diet. Personally I think you'd be better off asking someone like Brock or Triple H, but here goes:
When I'm neck injury free, my workout starts with 10 minutes of warmup cardio on an elliptical machine. It gets the blood and sweat flowing a little bit. After that I do some rehabbing exercises for my still-torn shoulder ligament. I have to do these for the rest of my career. Now the workout begins. I vary it every other month or so, but I usually train one body part a day, twice a week, which means six days in the gym a week. Sometimes with our schedule it's tough to meet, but you try. On this workout, the only thing I train together is arms. On alternating months, I'll train two body parts together, which is a longer workout, and also means I probably won't hit the gym six times, more like four or five times in the week. I won't go into specifics because I train to maintain where I am now, not to really gain size. My body usually aches too much for that heavy lifting. I end off with some rehab exercises for my still-torn MCL (once again, for the rest of my career), and hop on the elliptical machine for 20 more minutes of cardio. I go pretty hard on my cardio. I try to stay around 225-230 strides per minute, which works up a great sweat, and that coupled with my diet and metabolism, keeps me lean. I end off with abs, which I train every day. Nothing too fancy. three sets of 20 crunches, three more sets of 20 but I hold at the top for about a two steamboat(not the wrestler), and finally three sets where I do one crunch held for 20 seconds.
That's it, folks. Like I said, ask one of the huge guys for advice if you want huge size. I've realized what works best for my body and style in the ring.
When it comes to diet I just try to watch my carbohydrate intake after about 5 or 6 p.m. I'm not super strict, I'm lucky I don't have to be. I'm not a bodybuilder. I'm a wrestler. I have my weaknesses like chocolate chip cookies and apple crisp. I corrupted Lance, who is usually extremely strict on his diet, to the occasional dessert.
Went to see the Eagles in concert last week. I'm sure a lot of you reading may be saying, “The Who?” (not Pete Townsends' either). I was raised on bands like the Eagles. They were my mom’s favorite band, so I got hooked too. I called her on my cell so she could hear “Hotel California” live, which was awesome. Musically they were on, but it was pretty mellow compared to my usual concerts. Next is the Chili Peppers in Orlando, hopefully.
Last week I went back in the vault for an old story, but this week I thought I'd bring up some good in-ring ribs that I remember and still make me laugh. Most of these stories involve Owen Hart, so you can imagine some of the amazing laughs I get to this day.
One night, I think we were in Hershey, Pa., Christian and I were wrestling Owen and Jeff Jarrett for the tag team titles. Now every night Owen would do his old-timer high step. It's hard to explain, it had to be witnessed, but it was hilarious. Owen was a guy we loved and he liked us, so that meant it was open season when it came to ribs. This night Christian and I backed Jeff and Owen to opposite corners for the classic and dreaded 10 punches. I was punching, but Jeff wasn't moving. He had his head buried so I was hitting him in the top of the head. It must have looked brutal. I noticed he was kind of convulsing, but he was laughing. I hopped down and came face to face with Jeff wearing a red foam clown nose. I about buckled I was laughing so hard. I looked across and, lo and behold, Owen had done the same thing. Christian and I somehow were able to shoot them into each other at which point they bumped and both noses flew straight up into the air with Owen and Jeff laughing till they cried and Christian and I covering our mouths.
We also wrestled Owen in his last match in the Rosemont Horizon in Chicago. Not something I like to have on my resume, but it's there. He was truly on this night. He had Jeff, Christian and I all laughing. I actually have a picture from this match of Christian and I shooting Owen into the ropes. Of course he was doing the old-timer high step, and it's caught on film. The look on his face is priceless. I have it hanging in my office as you read this.
There are so many of these stories, better than these, but for some reason I thought of them driving home from the gym today. This is just one of the many reasons I miss being in the ring. The camaraderie and friendships.
I also miss Owen, and still think of him all the time. Every time I do, I laugh. I think he would have wanted that.
Until next week, you have been Edgeucated.