Ok, it’s time for a confession.  While I might be looked down upon for what I am about to confess, I will do so honorably and proudly and with no shame.  I LOVE WATCHING PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

There I admitted it.   Go ahead and judge me if you want, but let me just say this.  When I grew up in the 80s and 90s, wrestling was a lot different than it is today.  I am talking about the glory days of wrestling – back when you had the WWF, not the WWE; back when the good guys were good guys and everybody cheered for them because you knew they were always going to find a way to pull it out; and most importantly back when the fighting was real, not fake.

[I know, I know, I know.  You think it’s all fake.  Well, I agree that it might be choreographed, but I won’t go as far as fake.  There is no way you can watch this video and tell me it’s fake.  This is the infamous Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat vs Macho Man Randy Savage match from 1986.  It still sends tingles up my spine.]

If you’ve ever watched wrestling, you know that the goal in any wrestling match is to either a) pin your opponent to the ground for 3 seconds, or b) to make your opponent submit/surrender.