Let's Hear It for the Good Ole Days

Used to be, we old timers would go out on a Saturday night, drive a town or three away, an watch ourselves some wrestlin'. In those days of yore, we'd go to some high school gymnasium or another and watch a veritable parade of wannabes put on a half assed show which was usually capstoned by a has been wrestler trying to relive his former glory by wrestling some nobody. This used to be the joy of low budget pro wrestling in the lower Illinois area. It was an endless sea of mullets, cheap masks, disgusting tights, out of shape wrestlers who had day jobs in the local factories, and lame gimmicks. Sure, it wasn't the WWF or ECW, but it was the best we were gonna get without having to drive two or more hours away.

In recent years, things have improved. We went to a show last night. And yeah, the ring was chintzy, and the tights were poor, and there was a guy in a bad mask. But, alotta the guys who were out there could actually...gasp...wrestle and put on a pretty good show. Sure most of them ain't ready for prime time by any means, but they definately put on a good enough show that I had a good ole time.