It's still real to me damnit (well sorta)
March 1st, 1986. 8 years old. Hogan gets killed by King Kong Bundy and I'm crying. It's at this point my mom lets me know that Hogan is ok and that wrestling is just a TV show. Blame King Kong Bundy for turning me into a smark.
Not that I was an 8 year old smark but I loved wrestling for something more than just what an 8 year old watches every Saturday morning.
Not that I was an 8 year old smark but I loved wrestling for something more than just what an 8 year old watches every Saturday morning.