They made me care. They gave it their all. I cannot think of a single time while watching a match with the Funks where I thought it was boring. While no one who wrestled in the area could really match the appeal of the Funks, I believe the boys and their dad surrounded themselves with guys who had similar attitudes about giving the fans their money's worth each time out. I know the Funks cared about their community, as evidenced by their charity. I can also say after meeting the Funks at Terry's retirement party in 1997, they are better people than wrestlers.

Most of my past columns have been pretty much factual recitations of dates, participants, and locations.

That is what I want to know about the other territories and I assume that is what a few of you would like to know about Amarillo, as well. But, the facts only tell part of the story. The facts can't convey the sense of excitement felt before the TV program aired. Nor can I adequately describe the eager anticipation I felt on those Wednesday afternoons when I knew would be going to the matches that night. But, at the same time, I don't have to describe it. You have felt it, too. Maybe in different places with different characters, but you know what I'm talking about. I can't tell you how good it feels to have a forum where we can all come together, share our thoughts and memories, and reflect on the nostalgia that made so many people so happy.

We will get past the tragedies of September 11 because we have so many things which bond us together. To anyone who has personally experienced a loss, please know that the people from West Texas have you in our thoughts and prayers.

NEXT MONTH:

The history of the Western States Tag Team Championship, part II.