Back in late middle/early high school, there was a "Kliq" of us who were hardcore into wrestling, right about the time where the nWo thing was coming into being. So naturally, we, in our infinite idiocy, donned the shirts (got mine ghettofied at Wal-Mart
) and cavorted about the halls, doing the sign when we saw each other.
I'm surprised we didn't get either beaten up or at least questioned by the deans on grounds of, like, promoting gang influences or something.
It was fun, though. I used to tie my goatee up like Jericho did. Then it started making my collar itch when I talked, so I cut it off. I still do his little high-step walk. You know, the one that he does on the N64 games?
