Thursday, March 25, 2004
I have a confession to make...
I like pro wrestling. There, I said it. I have two degrees, I've seen an opera. I'm bilingual. I have visited many foreign countries. I do my level best to keep informed on important issues of the day, and have what I believe are well-considered views on most of them.
I also enjoy a pastime that reality show fans look down on, intellectually speaking. And yes, I know that it's "fake" (which doesn't accurately describe the physical toll the sport takes on its performers, but yes, the outcomes are predetermined and the wrestlers cooperate to put on a show). Thanks to the internet, I know a lot more then I'd like to, frankly. I know whose contract is up, who's in the doghouse with management, who the suits think is the next big star, and of course, who's nailing the owner's daughter. You can predict a lot, knowing these things.
I miss the good old days. It used to surprise me. The stuff that happened back when guys like Ric Flair, Ricky Steamboat, and Randy Savage were in their prime. It was fun then, even if my dad would laugh at me every time I thought someone was finally going to beat that damned Honky Tonk Man.
Vince McMahon and the WWE won. They own it all, to the point that if someone wanted to argue monopoly, they'd probably have a shot. They are, however, finally getting around to putting some of it out.
It'll be fun to be a kid again.
I like pro wrestling. There, I said it. I have two degrees, I've seen an opera. I'm bilingual. I have visited many foreign countries. I do my level best to keep informed on important issues of the day, and have what I believe are well-considered views on most of them.
I also enjoy a pastime that reality show fans look down on, intellectually speaking. And yes, I know that it's "fake" (which doesn't accurately describe the physical toll the sport takes on its performers, but yes, the outcomes are predetermined and the wrestlers cooperate to put on a show). Thanks to the internet, I know a lot more then I'd like to, frankly. I know whose contract is up, who's in the doghouse with management, who the suits think is the next big star, and of course, who's nailing the owner's daughter. You can predict a lot, knowing these things.
I miss the good old days. It used to surprise me. The stuff that happened back when guys like Ric Flair, Ricky Steamboat, and Randy Savage were in their prime. It was fun then, even if my dad would laugh at me every time I thought someone was finally going to beat that damned Honky Tonk Man.
Vince McMahon and the WWE won. They own it all, to the point that if someone wanted to argue monopoly, they'd probably have a shot. They are, however, finally getting around to putting some of it out.
It'll be fun to be a kid again.
