Mania Sunday

It's that time of the year again.

I love WrestleMania Sunday. I prefer it over my birthday without question.

And I am sure I have written that on other WrestleMania Sunday posts over the years.

Despite me enjoying these days, I always think back to the ones that went by.

The first WrestleMania party I had at my house in April of 1993 when my best friend at the time, Gareth, came over and we whooped for joy at the end of the show when Hulk Hogan beat Yokozuna in the impromptu title match at the end of the show.

My one man party for WrestleMania XII when Shawn Michaels won the WWF title for the first time. I remember eating Ritz biscuits with Dairylea cheese and beetroot pickle on them.

No one I knew was pregnant at that time.

The best WrestleMania parties I hosted were from Mania's XV to XVIII. I had loads of people over for that one and my Mother would put on a lot of party food.

I had to cancel at the last minute before the party of WrestleMania XIX due to me being unwell and it still bothers me that I couldn't have my friends over and I missed the show live.

Since WrestleMania XX, I have been flying solo but am always online watching it and commenting on it with other people.

It's good that way - I get to eat all the food.

I wasn't looking forward as much to last year's show but I feel this year's has been built up brilliantly.

The match I believe should be the final bout of the night is the one pitting Shawn Michaels against his opponent from last year, The Undertaker.

These two have magic in the ring and - as last year proved - it's hard to follow after a five star classic.