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The WWE was in Kansas City yesterday.  Quite a few of my acquaintances were in attendance.  I had no interest whatsoever. I’m not too keen on contact sports.   I haven’t watched a boxing match since Buster Douglas beat Mike Tyson.  I’m even less interested in scripted matches with a predetermined winner.

Don’t get me wrong.  There was a time I watched wrestling.  (I do have brothers and I came of age in the late 1980s and early 1990s). I liked “Macho Man” Randy Savage.  He was loud, flashy, and over the top, exactly what I was not.  But now, there are some things that  bother me about wrestling.  That it is scripted, is the least of my worries.

1.  You have to get too close.

The WWE does an excellent job of hyping up rivalries and conflict.  I hardly want to be that tightly tied up with people I love.  My good friends will tell you that I’m not a hugger, that I cringe when people touch me, and that if you want to show how much you love me, buy me brunch, or a drink or both.

2.  They do not wear enough clothes.  As someone whose favorite dresses are ankle-length, the attire of both the WWE Divas and their male counterparts is offensive.  Hiding in a corner from your opponent is pointless if all your flesh is exposed (to your opponent and fans all around the world.)

3.  Nobody really wins in a wrestling match.  Sure the belt may change hands.  But both parties are beat up pretty badly and eventually, unless one of you retires or quits, there will definitely be a rematch.

It’s like Hulk Hogan versus Rowdy Roddy Piper.  Or Hulk vs. Mr. Wonderful.  Or Hulk vs. any WWE personality.  Or Hulk vs.  the tabloids(I’m starting to wonder if Hulk was just a jerk.)

It’s like Jacob and the Man.

It’s like me vs. certain scripture passages (Judges 19, Romans 14-15)

Wrestling with scripture is exhausting.  At the end, I always feel vulnerable, and exposed.  I rarely feel like I’ve won, but every time, I know there will be a rematch.  There is no championship belt at the end… But maybe some day I’ll wear a crown.  So I prepare to fight another day.

Mama Radford