"The best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be."
Tonight, my heart is colored pink and black and my mind is on a cloud called 'nine' and I don't want to get down.
Bret Hart makes his dramatic return to the World Wrestling Entertainment squared circle, something I would of put my life savings against of never happening again.
A lonely kid in suburb Atlanta, Bret Hart was always my guy. I believed in him, I bought into everything that was the man known as The Hitman. He was my hero, my superman.
When 1997 happened, I didn't really know what was going on. I had just turned fourteen and didn't understand the reality of the matter of the "screwjob" until I got older.
The older I got, I realized what had happened and it saddened me.
I believe that things didn't have to end the way they did, but I don't work in the business and I don't know exactly what happened when it all went down, so it isn't for me to say if it was right or wrong.
What matters to me, is my guy was near the end of his career and his WWE legacy would forever be linked to Montreal and what happened that night, and it was all over.
2006 came and gone as Bret Hart showed up to the Hall of Fame to be inducted. I remember how surreal that night felt even though I knew I would only catch a glimpse of Hart and it would be over again.
Over twelve years after Bret Hart left the company, he is set to return.
WWE has pulled the only rabbit out of their hat that nobody expected to see possible.
Not only will Bret Hart come crashing into living rooms on the January 4th episode of Monday Night Raw as a guest host, he will begin a four month ride in the WWE all the way to WrestleMania 26.
To what capacity he will be involved in the company is not yet known by many people, but a match with Vince McMahon or Shawn Michaels is being thrown around.
Honestly, I don't care if he wrestles, the man is 52 years old.
I am just glad he is back. All of the youngsters I see at the WWE shows today get a chance to take a glimpse at the guy I grew up with and cherished so dearly.
If I had any wish at all, it would be for him to have his hair dyed black and to dawn the black leather jacket.
When the guitar riff sounds off and his music hits, my soul will be overcome with joy.
I am now a firm believer that anything can happen. Tonight, I am born again.
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