In a time, long, long ago: I was a closeted wrestling fan. In the early 90's it wasn't only uncool to be a fan professional wrestling, it was social suicide. I remember the brutal hazing I suffered when on a summer day in 1992, I made the mistake of wearing a Hulk Hogan tank top to baseball practice. I hid my love for professional wrestling from the world...but I never loved it any less.
I thought (think) about professional wrestling almost nonstop. Its an obsession; I should probably be featured on an uncomfortable to watch A&E addiction special. I always kept my love to myself, safely tucked away. What made me remember this deeply repressed act of nerd-ery actually happened yesterday at the White-trash mecca, known as Walmart. I haven't closely (relatively speaking) followed professional wrestling for several years & when I saw WWE 2 packs of 2010/2011 PPVs for $7 I felt like this is the perfect opportunity to catch up...I also felt slightly embarrassed to carry those DVDs to the self-checkout line at the front of the store from the electronic department buried in the dark recesses at the back building. That's a full walmart hike with 8 DVDs of a product the vast majority of people look down upon due to its poor illogical scripting, hack acting & arrogance towards its consumers. I was at a crossroads. Several crossroads. The first was deciding if these DVDs were worth it; even when wrestling is a joke, I still love it. Now, how do we get these into a bag, into my car & into a pile of to be watched DVDs? Luckily for me Walmart, being a mecca for trashy, had clearance tanktops within my sight range. End result: I'm the proud (well, not so proud) owner of 8 new WWE DVDs & memories of my 1st wrestling friend. Next week, I give you part 2:
The Ballad of Kris Childs
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