So, thanks to some free tickets from a well-placed WWE source, I was able to attend last nightâ<80><99>s Raw at the Target Center. Itâ<80><99>s the first time Iâ<80><99>ve attended a live show in quite awhile.
I arrived at the arena about an hour before show time and entered a throng of people, wall to wall, in the lobby. Jerks moved the Will Call window to the other side, so I had to plow my way through. It is quite the people-watching experience though.
Die-hard wrestling fans intrigue me.
What is up the wrestling fan couples? I cannot imagine dating, living with, or marrying someone who shares my love for the business or comes close to the amount of knowledge I have. For me, it is a tremendous negative. Yet, there they are. Pairs of wrestling â<80><9c>partners,â<80> walking hand in hand, sometimes with children in tow. If they are both die-hard, obsessive fans, do they talk about anything else? Do they watch anything else? Do they wear anything but WWE or TNA t-shirts? Makes me wonder.
Itâ<80><99>s always fun to see a kid with mom and/or dad. I remember going to the St. Paul Civic Center and the Met Center as a wee lad to see my AWA stars up close and personal. Thereâ<80><99>s a magic about it that you lose as you get older. It also doesnâ<80><99>t help that you have spent nearly twenty years writing about this business in some form or fashion.
Oh, the ladies. Some are dressed for after the show, if you know what I mean. They are trying to draw attention to themselves. They want the in-ring combatants to take notice of their scantily-clad status. They do have a name. Starts with â<80><9c>râ<80> and ends with â<80><9c>ats.â<80> Self-respect eludes them. Bagging a wrestler for the night is their primary goal. And, to that one â<80><9c>ladyâ<80> with the lower-back tattoo with Chinese lettering. Honey, I donâ<80><99>t think it said â<80><9c>Peace,â<80> â<80><9c>Harmony,â<80> or â<80><9c>Love.â<80> It said â<80><9c>Kung Pao Chicken.â<80>
Then, you have an assortment of others. Wannabe wrestlers. Guys and gals with aged t-shirts that say â<80><9c>WWF Attitude.â<80> The sober and the drunk incessantly yelling â<80><9c>Whooâ<80> ad nauseum. Seriously, itâ<80><99>s getting old. The man has retired and gone from the promotion. Time to let it go. And donâ<80><99>t get me started on the â<80><9c>Whatâ<80><99>s.â<80>
And the mullets. Oh, mullets, as far as the eye can see. Beautifully crafted â<80><9c>business-in-the-front/party-in-the-backâ<80> hairstyles.
You gotta love wrestling fans.
