I like wrestling.
No, not Olympic style. I’m talking pro wrestling in all of its gaudy splendor.
And I should amend that to “I used to like wrestling.”
I grew up in south Louisiana in the belly of the Mid-South/UWF territory and Bill Watts’ simple, brilliant and effective booking ruined me for everyone else, so to speak.
I really can’t watch the WWE McMahonopoly. They’ve completely thrown out the morality plays that are supposed to drive the whole thing. I...