SECOND THOUGHTS ON MY MOST RECENT CAREER MOVE

Saturday night and I'm standing outside the club with our bouncer while the band inside plays to a small group of unresponsive drunks.

"I wonder where everyone's at tonight," I say in an effort to both acknowledge the lack of customers as well as engage the big lug in a conversation.

"Maybe they're all saving their money for Wrestlemania tomorrow," he says in his deep Southern drawl. "After all ... it IS fifty bucks this year."

I'm pretty sure I accepted his comment with a blank stare.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?