I don't need to read the story. It sounds like an old pro-wrestling feud, where two rasslers try to maim each other. Then after their matches, they are seen in the dressing room, arm around each other's shoulders, sharing a beer, and one says to the other: "Boy, we gave 'em (the fans) a good show tonight, did we?" Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105 |