Eric Bischoff

Sean was so ahead of his time.

Me neither.

All about story, presence & keeping it real. You’d have made millions with him if he was a wrestler in the 90s @EBischoff

This guy is SO MUCH MONEY! You can't teach this stuff.

CM Punk addresses fans that create fake quotes on social media: “These are mentally ill people” nodq.com/news/cm-punk-a…

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Invest 45 seconds and learn why a “Redemption” storyline is a great choice.

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“Get off your phone stop checking twitter see how good your match was did you listen to the crowd? thats your boss” “The difference between what people say on twitter and what you hear in a live building is completely different” - Cm Punk talks about talent wanting instant gratification.

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Thank you for sharing this.

This is so cool 🇺🇲❤️🤍💙🇺🇲

I've had the pleasure a couple times. Respect and appreciate his perspective.

I love this!

@dom_lucre I love this and I would have my kids go to his gym or anything were his style of leadership is involed -- Great men help make other great men

@dom_lucre That's a great coach. He just made such a huge impression on that kid that he'll remember forever.

In 1880s, an entire town made it illegal to sell ice cream sodas on Sundays. So drugstore owners found a loophole, and accidentally invented one of the most popular desserts in the world. The town of Evanston, Illinois passed a “blue law” banning the sale of sodas on the Sabbath, since church leaders considered them too frivolous for a holy day. Soda fountain owners had a problem: customers still wanted something sweet after church. Their solution was simple. They served the ice cream with syrup poured on top, but left out the soda water entirely, technically staying within the letter of the law while completely ignoring its spirit. A nearly identical story is told 200 miles away in Two Rivers, Wisconsin, where a soda fountain owner named Ed Berners is said to have done the exact same thing that same decade, purely because it was Sunday and sodas weren’t for sale that day. He liked the result so much he kept selling it, first only on Sundays, then every day of the week. Either way, the name followed the same logic. The treat was called a “Sunday” at first, until local church leaders objected to a dessert being named after a holy day. So the spelling was quietly changed to “sundae” instead, close enough to keep the joke, safe enough to keep the peace. Thus, an ice cream Sundae drenched in hot fudge and toppings was born... © Eats History #archaeohistories

There is a ceiling on how much protein a human can eat, and past it the food starts to kill you. It sits around 35 percent of your calories. Not a preference. A hard limit, set by the liver. Protein is nitrogen-rich, and burning it for fuel leaves you with ammonia, which is poisonous. The liver converts that ammonia to urea and ships it out through the kidneys. That machinery has a maximum throughput. Flood it and the ammonia backs up faster than you can clear it. So a man can sit down to unlimited lean meat, eat until his belly is tight, and starve anyway. He weakens, gets a splitting head and the runs, and inside a couple of weeks in the cold he is dead, with meat still sitting in the pot. The fix is never more protein. It is fat. Fat burns clean: no nitrogen, no urea, no ceiling. Add enough of it and the same lean meat that was poisoning the man keeps him alive indefinitely. This is why every serious meat-eating people on Earth prized the fat over the muscle. Marrow, back fat, the fatty organs, tallow rendered and stored for winter. The lean was the part you could afford to hand to the dogs. Lean protein is a modern health slogan. To the people who actually lived on animals, it described a slow way to die.

LOVE THIS!!!! @RAFWrestlingUSA @foxnation