OK, here’s where I lose some of you…
When I was a kid, Saturday night was “rasslin’ night.” After the 11:30 news, my dad would sit back in his recliner with some odd midnight snack and watch the WWF. Not the over-the-top, blow-your-head-off, superstar WWF of today…but cheesy, greasy, black-and-white TV brawls. You know. RASSLIN’!
I wasn’t a big fan of it (especially in my teen years when I wanted to watch Saturday Night Live like all the cool kids), but it was one of those “Dad” moments that has stuck with me. It would be so cool to sit with him one more time and yell at Fred Blassie, Chief Jay Strongbow, the Grand Wizard of Wrestling and Captain Lou Albano, while gnoshing on some sardines or Vienna sausages, some reeeeeally sharp cheddar cheese, some crackers (Ritz or saltines) and milk. That’s not something I would have bet on missing several years ago, that’s for sure!
For those of you who remember rasslin’ (or the curious few who are still trying to figure out why I am the way I am), check out the photos and bios at The Professional Wrestling Online Museum.