More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Christmas in the Northwest is a gift God wrapped in green

Speaking as someone who neither believes in Christmas nor God… er… happy holidays?

I don’t really have many keen insights to share re: Dynamite last night and a bagel is calling my name before I log into my work computer to do NOTHING for the next eight hours… so I have little desire to write a column this week. There were a couple of neat “booking” flourishes I enjoyed (clearly last week’s questionable decisions, the GEEKING of Ricochet and Claudio cheating to win served a purpose, as both had pay offs) and the wrestling was great for the most part, as was the atmosphere. People get mad when AEW pursues tradition, so I don’t know about doing Hammerstein every year… but if time and travel loop strategy allow for it… why not? AEW used to have a FIRM grip on New York, after all.

Anyway, here is a quick drawing of your man and mine: Komander. Love you all and thank you for the continued support this year. Normal service to resume next week.

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