Randall Keith Orton. Fans would have complained no matter what the outcome was, unless Stone Cold, The Rock and the Undertaker all came out and had a 10 hour match. I’m just glad we have a definitive winner, and now the official slow build to the road to Wrestlemania can begin. After last night, CM Punk looks like the strongest contender for the title, after he beat all three members of The Shield. Who do you think should challenge Orton for the World Heavyweight Title? Let us know!
(Source) “An Oregon middle school football coach has been fired after he planned an end-of-season team party for his 12-to-14-year-old players at Hooters and dogmatically refused to change the location, insisting ‘it’s not a strip club.’
Coach Randy Burbach, from Corbett Middle School, organized the awards night at Jantzen Beach Hooters in the Portland area, but the choice of location quickly sparked outrage in the community.
The Hooters brand is known for waitresses in skimpy uniforms, and the Facebook page for the Jantzen Beach restaurant is plastered with big-breasted, bikini-clad women.”
I have a problem with this story. Do you automatically become dumber as soon as you become a parent, because it seems like the people of Oregon forgot what year we live in. It’s 2013. If Hooters is near the top of your list of things you don’t want your 12-14 year old son to experience then you need a giant reality check. Watch any show on cable TV after 8 oclock and you’ll see women exposing more skin than a Hooters waitress. Play Grand Theft Auto and beat up some prostitutes for fun. I’d say that’s a tad worse than staring at some boobs while eating chicken wings. Our entire society is inappropriate. Between the morbidity of the news and the freedom of the internet, teenage kids have unlimited opportunities to experience things they probably shouldn’t be experiencing. Staring at a waitresses hooters should be the least our worries. Randy Burbach shouldn’t have been fired; he should be celebrated. These kids deserve to eat chicken wings, drink soda and bask in the glory of the almighty Hooter’s waitresses.