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That's right, a maniac. I am a part of the MMA Mania community at SBNation, but I have been lurking the Cageside for quite some time. Last night (Feb. 25) in Dallas, TX I attended Monday Night Raw with my son for his birthday. This was my first live pro wrestling event since WrestleMania XVII in Houston, TX.

At the time, I was only about 11 or 12 years old. I've been a wrestling fan since I was knee-high to my daddy. Waking up at 6:30AM to watch my Saturday morning cartoons and WWF Live Wire, re-enacting the matches with my Hogan, Ultimate Warrior, and HBK pillows. But, as I got older I drifted away after the attitude era. My focus became on girls, working on the ranch, and on rounding up spare change on the weekends to bribe my cousins to buy me some MD20/20s.

Despite my lack of knowledge on what was going on in the WWE Universe, I caught bits and pieces here and there -- but nothing like I used to. Now, as I'm driving to my first event in over ten years, all the old memories come rushing back to me...

Monday nights, switching back and forth between WWF and WCW... Meeting Goldberg at the auto-ram, having The Big Show vs Kane work their way through the crowd right in front of me... Countless hours I spent kayfabe fighting my brother and cousins.

Over the course of my 45 minute drive to Dallas, my son and I talk about what will happen tonight, the news on the radio, and what we want to eat from Hooters. But, as I walked in front of the AAC and saw the fans screaming, "NO! NO! NO!" and the bright lights of RAW -- it sunk in, and my childhood rushed through my body.

As Raw started and Vince came out, I knew what was coming. I never got to see Brock fight in the UFC, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna miss him this time. As his music hit, I jumped out of my seat waiting for The Brockness Monster to attack.

Then, the music hits and my eyes water up -- Triple fuck'n H -- IT'S ON and I'm screaming my head off! My son has never seen me like this, but my ten year absence from wrestling had literally just exploded in the first ten minutes.

As the night went on, great matches and excitement roared through the crowd. I waited, and in disappointment, no 'Taker. But the main event kept us on our feet. I'm no Cena fan, but the ovation he gets from the crowd is absolutely crazy. Countless 2-counts, a failed hurricanrana, that piledriver, and powerbombs... that bitch won. I knew they weren't gonna let the Cena-Rock match go, so it was expected that he won.

After all I have seen over the years, I'd have to say this event is up there on my list of most memorable of wrestling, along with almost getting ran over by Stone Cold, and having the same tattoo artist as HBK (but those are other stories, Cagesiders). I just wanna say, "Thank you WWE, for all the entertainment you have brought me; and for bringing a bit of my childhood back again."