Time Takes All But Memories: Volume One

First off, wrestling fans, I would like to thank you for checking out the Verne Gagne article and leaving your thoughts and comments. The article also got two POTD votes, which is a first for me. I would like to personally thank you folks for the positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated.

I recently read an absolutely marvelous article written by AkD about his memories of wrestling. I was absolutely enthralled by his story and it got my POTD vote. It also got my wheels spinning. Nonetheless, AkD's article got the well deserved nod for POTD.

Personally, I love to read about other wrestling fans memories of this great sport we still cherish today. It brings me back to a much simpler time in life. It makes me realize my roots a little more than I already did. I consider myself to be an "ol' school" wrestling fan.

To quote "Rowdy" Roddy Piper; "Ol' School is cool!"

Indeed it is.

I have so many wonderful memories from my childhood and most of them involve wrestling. Well I don't know where else to start but from the beginning.

I always watched wrestling as a young child. Like every other youngster at the time I was buying into the whole "say your prayers and take your vitamins" marketing machine that was "Hulkamania."

Let's just say that "Hulkamania" jazz fizzled rapidly when I saw Bret "Hitman" Hart wrestle for the first time. "Hitman" was the personification of what a great wrestler is made of; brains, brawn, heart, and soul. But more on that later.

Of course I had my clique of friends who were also wrestling fans. One of my fondest memories and coolest stories I tell involve one friend in particular.

I'd say it was late '92-early '93 or so. My best friend and I decided that we wanted to buy a WWF Action Figure, one of the new ones they were showing in advertisements with the "Macho Man" Randy Savage. 

I had previously owned some wrestling figures of Sting and Sid Vicious from WCW but my dog ended up chewing them up. But this meant a little more.

We saved up five hundred pennies($5.00). The figures cost $4.96. I'll never forget it as long as I breathe. We walked into Wal-Mart like kings with a Ziploc bag full of the shiny copper coins and set off for the toy aisle.

When we got to the action figures we decided on "Macho Man" because it was the coolest guy they had. It was a moment filled with joy but then we looked at each other as the reality hit us.

Who is he gonna wrestle?  We never thought of that before. How you gonna have a wrestling match with one action figure?  That would be like Flair going out and having a match by himself. Come to think of it, I think Flair could have a match with a broomstick and still get the loudest pop of the night. Excuse me, I digress.

Back to the story, now we were in a dilemma. I begged my mom for five more dollars to get an opponent for "Macho Man." But we weren't exactly rolling in the dough when I was a kid. So I understood when she told me it would have to be some other time.

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