There are a few “secrets” I sort of stow away. Not necessarily because I am embarrassed by them but because we all have these instances. For example, I once went to an Nsync concert. Sadly, I used to be majorly obsessive about Justin Timberlake. This was, mind you, in his pre-bringing-sexy-back stage. Those damn front runner fans drove me crazy. I wanted to tie him up and keep him in my room way before any of them. Er, I mean…
A-HEM! Anyway, on Digg this morning there was this article about the Golden Age of Wrestling. I was a pretty big fan when I was a kid. I had a Hulk Hogan t-shirt – the yellow one that was already torn around the edges. The 7-11 near my house – that my father and I rode our bicycles to – sold trading cards with pictures of wrestlers on them. The ones I cherished most? Killer Bees and British Bulldog. I also watched the cartoon religiously.
Move ahead about, oh, 10 years, and I was a freshman in college. Pro Wrestling was becoming popular again with stars like Stone Cold Steve Austin, the Rock and the resurgence of legends like Hulk Hogan, Macho Man and even Ric Flair – woooo! I became enthralled with the hype, the story lines, the lights, the crowds, and of course, the ridiculously hot guys in tight tight outfits. (Isn’t that right there admission enough? Oh no, let’s dig further.) I never missed a Monday night. I was a fan of both WWF and WCW, since their story lines were different and they had quality actors/athletes on both sides. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we?
Ahh Kevin Nash. AKA Big Sexy (also, Super Shredder in the 2nd Ninja Turtles movie) My sister and I were big time into Kevin. When he and Scott Hall –
started nWo, man were we ever the biggest fangirls. Geezus. If nWo weren’t on a Monday night, I’m talking serious devastation. There were others in WCW – Steiners, Buff Bagwell, Sting and even Lex Luger when he was trying to revive his career. We were followers of all.
But our true allegiance lay with the WWF and mainly, Degeneration X: HHH, Chyna and of course, Shawn Michaels.
Sigh, drool. Ok, moving on. The pinnacle of all of this was when we began ordering Pay-per-view events and even attended a few live ones too. I think I saw two Monday Night Raws, one WCW event and a Thursday night Smackdown. There were others in WWF we loved too:
It was an illness, an incurable disease and we were subject to Monday nights (and Thursdays and some Sundays) as any good, adoring fans should be. Admittedly, I also owned a 2 foot tall talking Undertaker doll and a cardboard stand up of Bret.
It’s funny to me now to look back and see how crazy we were about something that, now, I find incredibly silly. A soap opera for grown men. Also, kind of rednecky. But it occurred during a time in my life where I was still trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted. It filled the gaps, the times when I’d otherwise be depressed or mindlessly studying for classes or – more often than not – drinking. It’s fun to remember but know that I have moved beyond it. I am the type of person who needs something to be very into. It’s part of my personality. Lately, as you have figured out, it’s Batman comics (Joker, you’re my hero) and I think without these “hobbies” we’re merely shells of the humans we could be. Instead of waking, working, eating, and sleeping, we insert little jewels in the in-between. Elliot’s giggles, a scritch on a doggie belly, a 30 minute graphic novel read… all tiny bits of my life that make it all worth living.