On Ambrose, and Becoming a Wrestling Critic

I am taking my time to find my place as a semiotic wrestling critic in the blogosphere, and to find like minds on Twitter. I haven’t yet found anyone doing exactly what I’m doing, but I do find the occasional tweet of a kindred spirit, like this one:

Yes. Ambrose is the sublime. Everything and anything. Heaven and earth. What is it about this guy? He seems so unassuming, really, like he didn’t even bother to take a shower. Yet how he has stolen our hearts!