Today marks the 2 month aniversary since the death of TV in my life. It's been a long road to recovery, and I'm still a long ways from being well. Two months is a long time to live without the sweet radiation of Mother Television. In that time I've missed so much incredible shit. I have no idea what's happening in the Road Rules Challenge. Who's winning Flava of Luv? What's the fuck's going on with Steven Segal, Lawman, man? What ridiculous funny shit is Jeff Lewis pulling now? I also missed 47-year-old Heisman Trophy Winner Herschel Walker beat the crap out of some 26-year-old Hungarian bastard. After checking out the highlights, I'm not sure if it was an exciting fight. The crowd sounds like they're booing or moaning or farting or something. I dunno. But it does mean that Old Man Walker will fight again. And he'll have to move up to a tougher opponent. Which in turn means there's a chance of some sort of Joe Theisman incident where a coked up Lawrence Taylor snapped his leg. Jesus, I hope I get cable by then.