Or – “Yes, I Have A Complete Run Of This, Too… It Was The 90′s, Things Were Different.”
The life of a wrestling fan is a tough one, especially when you’re an overeducated sort like myself. All too often your in-ring heroes turn out to be arrogant steroid cases, jock-assclown-types who make Stan Gable and the Alpha Betas look like the Algonquin Round table. The stories of ‘Wrestler Court’ and backstage antics are nearly as awful as the fact that these poor athletes usually do what they do without healthcare or even being considered an employee of the companies they work for. One of my great embarassments is the fact that one of my favorite wrestlers to watch is pretty much universally regarded by the wrestling cognescenti as awful. (It could be worse… I won’t even discuss what happened with Bruce’s favorite grapple from the old days.) Even if he is nicknamed Big Lazy, even if he has gotten by on charm and manipulation, even if he only has six good moves in him, I still enjoy seeing Kevin Nash in action to this very day. Back in the salad days of wrasslin’ crossover appeal, he even got a comic book of his own…