I have to turn the dial on the way back machine all the way back to ...before most of you people on this board here were born. This was a land before cable television,before national expansion of pro wrestling, before the internet, and before Kayfabe was broken. It was probably around the early 1970's, and every early saturday afternoon, I would look for something to watch on the tube after the morning cartoons were over. Assuming that mom didn't tell me to go out and play( which happened quite a bit back then, no such thing as video games, or youtube or stuff like that) I usually had a couple of choices; either watch some old horror movie reruns on UHF or a syndicated installment of ........ALL STAR WRESTLING!
I can still remember it almost like it was yesterday. Living here in the northeast in Massachusetts, we were pretty much exclusively exposed to the product put out by Vincent McMahon Sr., then known as the world wide wrestling federation. Every saturday I could always count on the voice of Vince McMahon calling the play by play, and at the time I think it was Antonino Rocca that did the color with him. It was there that I first was sucked into the theater and emotion that still makes wrestling watchable. Huge men going by the names of "the Killer" or the "the legend" abounded. It was there that I first became a serious mark for guys like Chief Jay Strongbow, Haystacks Calhoun, Pedro Morales, Bruno Sammartino, and of course, Andre the Giant.
The first time I ever saw Andre the Giant on TV, I guarantee he was involved in a squash match with a couple of jobbers; because I'm pretty sure that is what completely mesmerized me : A man so big and so strong that he had to take on TWO guys to get a decent fight. After that, I watched every week, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Big Boss again, of course being unaware that his TV appearances were of course limited, so that you would have to wait a couple of months before you'd see him again, or you have to go to a live show. Not suprisingly, It was also about this time that I started to harass my dad abot taking me into Boston to go see Andre wail on the particular monster heel of the month, whomever that might have been. This msut have worked, because one year for my birthday, my dad finally consented to take me to "The Gahden" to see my first real live wrestling card.
I honestly can't remember who all the participants wre on the card, but I'm fairly certain, Morales defended the WWWF heavyweight champonship against Fred Blassie, and Andre the Giant squared off against Don Leo Jonathan in the feature bout. Well, I guess I don't have to tell you that If I hadn't been hooked before, now It was all over. For the next decade, I was absolutely GLUED to pro wrestling like you have never seen the likes of, reading all the kayfabe mags like The Wrestler, PWI and the like. It was there that I learned of OTHER wrestling organizations and other champions, like Funk,Brisco, Race, The Anderson brothers, Verne Gagne, and all the rest. I absolutely couldn't get enough.
Of course, years go by, and you get a little older,so by the early 80's now I'm in high school, still watching this shit. I know by the time I was nearly ready to graduate, I had a PT job,a shitbox car and a drivers licence, so I had visions of going to the house show in Providence, R.I. every month. It was also around this time that the single most important event in the history of the wrestling business took place: VKM took Titan Sports national, and turned it into a corporate giant. Hulk Hogan, Roddy Piper, Jimmy Snuka, et al; were now the big thing. My interest started to wane. The "good ole' days" of the Kayfabe era were vanishing quickly, and I guess I wasn't all that ready for this to happen. Time marches on though, and probably for the past 20-25 years or so I have held varying levels of interest in the business.
Right now my interest is renewed a bit although in truth I haven't wathced a a whole lot of the current product that is on now. This is why I tend not to post in the sections that are outside of old school, because,quite frankly, that's what I am. I can't say that what little I have seen of the current product is impressive to me. The athletes are bigger and tougher and stronger than they were in my glory days as a youth, but I sense a decided lack of passion. I'm not trying to flame, I have no axe to grind, but obvously money has definitely become a deciding factor, which is as it should be I suppose. I still like it though. I still find the emotion in the story lines intriguing. Maybe I'll check it out heavier again.
thanks for the opportunity to vent, good thread