To step into the ring and look across from the legend of pro wrestling, my father remembers the day when you worked 60 minute draws and kept people's asses in their seat. Now, it's like Pre-*********** before S*x, by the time you go get the wife and kids a $5.00 hot dog, $6.00 beer and $40.00 t- shirt, 5 matches have passed, and the Main Event has to be souped up with 15 minutes of talking, 10 minutes of ass and about two holds…. it's obvious not just rasslin' has changed, but the media as well (Eminem, South Park, and even children's cartoons - whatever happened to the Roadrunner (Babyface) and Wile E. Coyote (Heel)?

Oh well, I knew it was coming years ago, when my Dad went to a wrestling convention (in the 1970's) and this older promoter and his son from somewhere back East, were talking about beaming a satellite signal across the country and having wrestling in every town from N.Y. to L.A. Everyone at the meeting laughed! My father didn't. He knew these men were serious. He told me that story in the early 80's and I would believe a man who once faced men in this business and was a wrestler in his own right.