I never thought I’d ever say this, but I’m afraid pro wrestling has gotten too silly for me.
I’m at a restaurant last night where they have a big screen on the wall, and it’s showing a wrestler getting interviewed in his home. That’s a new wrinkle. But otherwise it was the ordinary wrestling interview–“The title is mine! He’ll never dare to try to take it from me! Grrrwwfff! Ghaaaah!” Et cetera.
Uh-oh… The guy’s rival is at the front door with a sledge hammer. He breaks down the door. The wrestler’s daughter screams and runs away. The two behemoths start to battle it out in the living room. Wrecking the place. And the cameraman just keeps calmly filming it all.
Oh, please. You’d think the wise advice, “Don’t bring your work home with you,” would go double for pro wrestlers. Next thing you know, someone’s gonna get bushwhacked in the dentist’s chair. Or while grocery shopping at the Piggly Wiggly.
Bruno Sammartino, S.D. “Special Delivery” Jones, Nature Boy Buddy Rodgers–come back, guys, all is forgiven!