So as I'm sure most of you know, the one and only Doctor came to Boston this weekend to join Charlie and I for Night of Champions. It should come as little surprise to you that Doc is pretty much exactly what you'd expect to meet.
I was actually supposed to meet Doc late on Friday night, but due to the unsurprising ineptitude of the air travel industry, he wound up having to stay overnight in Newark, New Jersey. But it worked out just fine and he got to Boston around noon the following day. This put a speed bump in our plans, but we hit the ground running. We took the T back to my dorm, he dumped his stuff in my room, and as soon as we got to Northeastern we were gone.
I was a surprisingly awesome tour guide, and I combined that with my knowledge of what Doc would like to make our trip a solid one. We didn't have much time, but we managed to check out Northeastern, Berkley, Newbury street, The Public Garden, Boyolston Street, Copley Square, the Pru, and the Christian Science Center in the period of about 3-4 hours. We also stopped into Newbury Comics, an awesome store that sells comics, DVDs, CDs, posters, and just about anything awesome. I got a WWE themes CD and a poster for my currently empty wall. Doc got a Megaman comic and something else... I think. Either way I could tell he really dug the store. We also spent a solid period of time (maybe 30 minutes) sitting in the public garden watching the ducks, which we both found hilarious, and otherwise joking around.
That night Charlie came and we just hung out, played video games, but Doc was pretty exhausted form the trip and crashed around one AM. Charlie and I watched TNA Victory Road 2009 for an hour or so after that. Our original intention was to make fun of it, but the matches were actually halfway decent. Then again, we never got into the MEM crap.
The following day I didn't actually see much of Doc until the night as he went to meet up with an ex-girlfriend. He brought her back to my place after a few hours and I am pleased to announce that she was NOT a mutant. In fact, she was pretty cute. He walked her back to the train station just before we were set to leave for the PPV. I said we should leave around 5:30, and Doc was waiting for us downstairs at 5:25. I was ready to go at about 5:30. Charlie, on the other hand, wasn't ready to go until 5:45, and takes more time than a woman to get ready.
We went and got awesome pizza before the show, and we got to our seats for the PPV with like, 10 minutes to spare. It worked out perfectly.
Our seats... were amazing. First row of the loge, looking into a corner of the ring, and we were maybe 50-75 feet away from the entrance ramp. When the pyro went off we could feel the heat, and we had a perfect view of the wrestlers when they first came out from backstage. It was fucking amazing.
The show itself was awesome too. I marked hard for Rey Mysterio, Sheamus, Orton, and of course, John Cena. As Doc said, I was going nuts when Cena hit the suicide dive, I was running all over the place (and by that I mean back into the aisle and back to my seat as I had the aisle seat). There wasn't a bad match on the card, and it was just awesome getting to see Cena and Punk work that absolute gem.
Doc was an absolute joy to have around too. When we first met I could sense some initial awkwardness between us, but within five minutes were were talking about wrestling and the forums and the BattleZone Tournament, and we were joking around and laughing like we'd been friends for years. That's really the best way I could describe how Doc and I got along this weekend: like we've been friends for years. Even with the NJX, and I consider all of them to be very good real life friends, there was a period of getting to know them better and getting comfortable, but Doc and I were comfortable right off the bat. We were able to talk for hours about various nonsense without missing a beat, and any silences were very natural, not awkward at all.
Doc is pretty well spoken in real life, and he definitely seems to have a pretty clear idea of what he likes about wrestling/video games/cities/people/etc. That makes him easy to get into interesting discussions with because he never seems like he has an agenda he's trying to push, he just wants to talk about what he likes and learn about what you like. The few things we did disagree on were resolved fairly quickly, like opinions on wrestlers and stuff.
We also were able to whip up some pretty fantastic recurring jokes within hours, including (but not limited to): Boone, god of death, hyperbolic JR, and Boring Boston Tours.
I really hope I get to hang out with Doc again, and I really hope he comes to WrestleMania. It was seriously like he was a good friend for years and years, even though we just met.
I was actually supposed to meet Doc late on Friday night, but due to the unsurprising ineptitude of the air travel industry, he wound up having to stay overnight in Newark, New Jersey. But it worked out just fine and he got to Boston around noon the following day. This put a speed bump in our plans, but we hit the ground running. We took the T back to my dorm, he dumped his stuff in my room, and as soon as we got to Northeastern we were gone.
I was a surprisingly awesome tour guide, and I combined that with my knowledge of what Doc would like to make our trip a solid one. We didn't have much time, but we managed to check out Northeastern, Berkley, Newbury street, The Public Garden, Boyolston Street, Copley Square, the Pru, and the Christian Science Center in the period of about 3-4 hours. We also stopped into Newbury Comics, an awesome store that sells comics, DVDs, CDs, posters, and just about anything awesome. I got a WWE themes CD and a poster for my currently empty wall. Doc got a Megaman comic and something else... I think. Either way I could tell he really dug the store. We also spent a solid period of time (maybe 30 minutes) sitting in the public garden watching the ducks, which we both found hilarious, and otherwise joking around.
That night Charlie came and we just hung out, played video games, but Doc was pretty exhausted form the trip and crashed around one AM. Charlie and I watched TNA Victory Road 2009 for an hour or so after that. Our original intention was to make fun of it, but the matches were actually halfway decent. Then again, we never got into the MEM crap.
The following day I didn't actually see much of Doc until the night as he went to meet up with an ex-girlfriend. He brought her back to my place after a few hours and I am pleased to announce that she was NOT a mutant. In fact, she was pretty cute. He walked her back to the train station just before we were set to leave for the PPV. I said we should leave around 5:30, and Doc was waiting for us downstairs at 5:25. I was ready to go at about 5:30. Charlie, on the other hand, wasn't ready to go until 5:45, and takes more time than a woman to get ready.
We went and got awesome pizza before the show, and we got to our seats for the PPV with like, 10 minutes to spare. It worked out perfectly.
Our seats... were amazing. First row of the loge, looking into a corner of the ring, and we were maybe 50-75 feet away from the entrance ramp. When the pyro went off we could feel the heat, and we had a perfect view of the wrestlers when they first came out from backstage. It was fucking amazing.
The show itself was awesome too. I marked hard for Rey Mysterio, Sheamus, Orton, and of course, John Cena. As Doc said, I was going nuts when Cena hit the suicide dive, I was running all over the place (and by that I mean back into the aisle and back to my seat as I had the aisle seat). There wasn't a bad match on the card, and it was just awesome getting to see Cena and Punk work that absolute gem.
Doc was an absolute joy to have around too. When we first met I could sense some initial awkwardness between us, but within five minutes were were talking about wrestling and the forums and the BattleZone Tournament, and we were joking around and laughing like we'd been friends for years. That's really the best way I could describe how Doc and I got along this weekend: like we've been friends for years. Even with the NJX, and I consider all of them to be very good real life friends, there was a period of getting to know them better and getting comfortable, but Doc and I were comfortable right off the bat. We were able to talk for hours about various nonsense without missing a beat, and any silences were very natural, not awkward at all.
Doc is pretty well spoken in real life, and he definitely seems to have a pretty clear idea of what he likes about wrestling/video games/cities/people/etc. That makes him easy to get into interesting discussions with because he never seems like he has an agenda he's trying to push, he just wants to talk about what he likes and learn about what you like. The few things we did disagree on were resolved fairly quickly, like opinions on wrestlers and stuff.
We also were able to whip up some pretty fantastic recurring jokes within hours, including (but not limited to): Boone, god of death, hyperbolic JR, and Boring Boston Tours.
I really hope I get to hang out with Doc again, and I really hope he comes to WrestleMania. It was seriously like he was a good friend for years and years, even though we just met.
