I'm typing this on Monday morning. It's the 25th of June and I'm doing something that I tried to do last night.
It was quite late yesterday when I realised that it was fifth anniversary of the Chris Benoit double murder-suicide and I started typing about that dreadful, dreadful time.
I wrote two short paragraphs and realised I was rambling (just like I am now) so decided to delete what I had typed up and set the 'Craig Bellamy to Cardiff City' post to publish at midnight.
There is nothing more that I can write about the Chris Benoit tragedy. With that said, I can write about what it has been like in the five years since.
Like I've written above - it was dreadful.
I had always enjoyed seeing Benoit wrestle ever since I saw him work in the Super J Cup tournament in the mid 1990s.
I can't watch any of his work in the same way ever again. In the few times that he has popped up on my television or computer screen, I've felt awkward.
There's no way I can enjoy seeing classic Benoit matches without sparing a thought for Nancy and Daniel Benoit. It's impossible to even try.
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