Rastlin'

Recently, I joined the world of Netflix.  For those who aren't aware of what Netflix is all about or were like me thinking it were some great scam it actually is a pretty simple and easy way to catch up on the movies you have meaning to watch, but would rather wait until your local network puts it on for you years later for free.  I will be the first to say I have been missing out and I have really done nothing but watch movies during my free trial period.  With this being said, I got the bright idea to rent an old series of wrestling movies from the late 80's and early 90's to be thoroughly entertained like many of us in our 20's and 30's were at the time.  Now if you were growing up anywhere in the United States during this time period as a kid, I am pretty sure you were dialed in to seeing the Macho Man snap into a slim jim or being a part of Hulkamania.  Of course as a kid it seems that these men are larger than life and in some cases this may be true, but when I received my first video I began to just laugh and laugh.  

Now, I looked and looked for a video of the match of Rick Rude and Ricky Steamboat in the 1988 Royal Rumble, but for purposes besides the match itself.  The lady in the front row has a megaphone for the first few minutes screaming at every chance she got for Steamboat to "rip his arm off."  This wouldn't be so funny normally, but when she is wearing one of the hats that has clapping hands on it and once again to disappointment to my fellow cubies, there were no images available.  I guess you will have to use your imagination.  I was got to live every kids dream and got to go to two live wrestling events, but thankfully there were no stipulations of me having to grow a mullet or put on face paint.  Those images could have haunted me still today.

I write about this because I want people to realize when you see two 20 or 30 something old guys trying to apply the sleeper hold or my personal favorite the razor's edge.  I am pretty sure the first time I tried this on one of my friends which I think may have been in a pool, I thought I broke his neck, but I think I just stunned him long enough to put a finishing move on him.  Don't act like you haven't tried one because I am pretty sure at some point during this time period you did some wrestling move to one of your friends.  It is a shame my one friend hasn't kept track of how many stunners he has given, but I am sure it is in the thousands.  My point is with all of this why has wrestling gone downhill?  I blame it mainly on the lack interest with the uncreative names that are being used today, but most importantly the involvement with steroids.  

Sadly, wrestling has been tagged with steroids because of a few such as Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero to name a few.  Instead of George Mitchell spending time investigating baseball players like Barry Bonds, we could have our government dollars spent more wisely on keeping professional wrestling in the spotlight.  I am well aware this may not seem like a compelling argument, but think about it for a second.  What little kid was watching Mark McGwire get juiced on a Monday night and what kid was watching Monday Night Raw (if your parents would let you stay up that late).  Obviously, our government dollar was not going to be spent on fixing our economy and you cannot say that wrestling did not have its popularity because look at "The Body."  

Bottom line: Stop the roid rage.

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