Well, what's up, Jerryatrics? Not a whole lot, eh? Yeah, that'd be because I'm not exactly doing a whole bunch right now. There is one pretty noticeable change in me, though. I'm not on the war path anymore. I know, I know. I've spent two months now pretty hyped up, ready to lay down the law against the evil that is upper management, but I had a very interesting, very educational discussion recently. Can you guess who with? I'll tell you. The very person I fully expected to whip into a zealous frenzy, and then convince to join the fight with me. That's right, Katie Williams. I expected to talk her into it, and she talked me out of it. Now I know what some of you are probably thinking. "You let yourself be talked down by a woman?" Yeah, I did. I might be a downright prick at times, but I'm also not an idiot. She was right, and I knew she was. Oh of course I tried to deny it, but there comes a point where denial is no longer an option. So here I am, feeling a little apologetic, and maybe a little pathetic too. I was, after all, fairly quick to point fingers.

I guess what I'm really saying is that this edition of Jerry's Jive is, for the most part, an outright public apology to the SWA. I haven't been very nice, or very thankful lately, and I should've been. It took Katie's calm perspective on the matter to make me realize it. To make me remember how the Cole's, in what can only be called their infinite awesomeness, actually took me in after Onyx's betrayal. To make me remember the generosity they showed in hiring me back again after I had been fired. I have effectively been throwing that back in their faces, and I'm sorry about that. There is a lot of uncertainty in my life at present, and that is partially to blame. Without Aggression, and with Bob doing his thang over there on Edge, I don't really know what to do around here. Sure I kicked the crap out of Stivers, and he won't soon forget it, but it's not like I'm officially a wrestler. No, in spite of everything I've done in the ring, I'm still officially an announcer with nothing to announce. I'm not trying to say I have a problem with being an announcer, I'm just saying that this is where I currently stand, and yeah, it concerns me.

I want to do something here. I mean this column is great, and the company and the fans seem to like it well enough... Well, except for the losers that were posting it late for a while, but I want to do more than that. I have doubts, though. I mean, who says the company will really ever bring Aggression back? Nobody. Katie seems optimistic, but then she had referee shoes to step back into when they took it away. I've got nothing. I'm rotting, though I would be rotting a lot faster if it wasn't for you wonderful Jerryatrics. You guys give me tons of support, and seem to understand where I'm coming from all the time, and I thank you for that.

I guess that's really all I have to say in this edition. As I said, not a whole lot going on in my little life. I know this was kinda boring, but I hope you got something from it anyway. I hope you understand why I have lashed out the way I have lately. It's my nature, I guess. I'll leave you all with this parting thought. The increasing popularity of Sherman Witicker, given his record and near lack of talent, is very, very disturbing. Discuss.