If there's anything that I've learned from the last year of running this blog, it's that Death By Hippopotamus is not going to be popular any time soon. So, since there isn't much risk of alienating the 6 regular readers who feel obligated to check back every day due to blood or marital relations, I feel completely comfortable presenting you with the first of (at least) 31 entries of the most elaborate inside joke I have ever been a part of.
Every day this month, I will be presenting you with a different video celebrating the greatness of The Great One, The Rock. Here at DBH, we remember when wrestling was cool. Back during its peak (1999-2001), my time in elementary school was largely spent imitating wrestling moves on the playground into snowpiles, doing the DX crotch chop, and wishing that I had TSN so that I could watch Monday Night Raw. We were too young to appreciate Stone Cold Steve Austin for little more than his vulgarity and caustic attitude. The Undertaker, while awesome, required more patience than our hyperactive minds could understand. The Hardy Boyz were incredible to watch. But, no one was cooler than The Rock.
And so, until tomorrow, all I have left to say is "Dwayne who?".
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