It's a Saturday night in the mid 1970's, you have watched perhaps the greatest lineup in the history of network television, the shows on CBS are all legends in their own right.  All in the Family, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, M*A*S*H, The Bob Newhart Show, and Carol Burnett and Friends, you sit talking to the best man you ever knew, your grandfather waiting, knowing, anticipating that the best part of the night is yet to come.  Because on Channel 13, which at the time still had to have fundraisers a couple of times a year to stay on the air, after The Frugal Gourmet, at 11:00, Kayfabe Nirvana would appear on your television.  An old man, who was about 70, but looked not only older but tremendously out of place, would climb into the ring and stammer and stumble through what had to pass for a ring introduction...

Okay, I'm a fan, a mark even, and I wouldn't have missed any of those programs for the world.  I do not have any great locker room insights, I do not know about the backstage political manipulations, and I  have never been paid to take a bump.  I'm a fan, and that is what I know, and hence what I will write about, and that is how intoxicating it was to be a fan of Owens Promotion and Portland/Big Time Wrestling.

This promotion, in this writer's opinion had it all.  The talent that has come through Portland was truly top notch, the angles made sense, the wrestlers, the  fans  and the announcers MADE you believe.  Disbelief was always suspended when you watched on TV or went to the matches, even though at other times you knew that things were a work, even in the tender days of my youth I knew it was far from being the dreaded "F" word.