In high school, coincidentally right after my first WWF obsession I became obsessed with Pink Floyd, every album by them, solo album, book written about them, concert video, bootleg and t-shirt had to be mine. It was kinda sick, and when I look back somewhat embarrassing but to paraphrase the World's Strongest Man "THAT'S WHAT WE DO."
I guess you could consider it a passion, regardless of the fact that it usually leads to a sick obsession. People smarter than myself have said that passions are very important to have, so there's always that justification. Either way, we do need things to look forward to, traditions and rituals but also surprises, all of which professional wrestling provides. I still thank (and sometimes blame) Netflix for my return to watching wrestling on a regular basis, it's fun.
A year and change later, and I'm getting my foot in the door on the indie scene as an announcer and part-time manager, and I'm buying floor seats to WWE pay per views. How far have I come? How far is too far? In my previous "Tales" article I asked you fine folks how open you were about your wrestling fandom and a solid chunk said they were pretty open about it while others said that nobody knows they like wrestling. I'm starting to swing a little from the latter group into the former group, all because of this obsessive attitude I just can't shake. Clearly a better obsession than oh say, cocaine, but an obsession none the less.
I host a radio show in my shitty little hometown and I've exchanged some interviews and promotion of the local indie circuit here for a little participation. We announced the event, it was raw at times but we definitely had our moments (my buddy saying he wanted to see the ref's permit being my personal favorite) and it hit me so fucking hard. This feeling of adrenaline hit me, one that I had only felt when my band played big gigs back in the day, no wonder so many people are involved in this scene, it's fun. I found myself dressing in a tacky suit and clip-on tie, I had to let my friends see via Facebook didn't I? Surely this would break the secret of my wrestling love, but who cares, it's fun.
The Payback PPV is coming to Chicago, within an hour drive of where I live, fuck it dude let's go bowling. I've only been to a house show and that was back in '99, a show without Stone Cold, Rock or even HHH. I needed to get tickets, but why go small, so I went big and got floor tickets. They were only 100 dollars, which shocked me as they are 8th row seats but regardless one hundred dollars is still a solid chunk of change for my budget. In fact since I had to cover for my buddy's ticket it cost me 200 initially. Didn't matter, it's fun.
So 200 bucks deep and my closet wrestling fan existence now exposed and I've realized something, I like pro wrestling, like really dig that shit man. It's moved from a fun little Netflix thing to a full blown part of my life now (which still frightens me at times) and probably simply because it's fun.