In the English dictionary, sport is defined as “an athletic activity requiring skill or physical prowess and often of a competitive nature, as racing, baseball, tennis, golf, bowling, wrestling, boxing, hunting, fishing, etc.” Notice something in that definition? Wrestling is included as a sport. They didn’t release specifics to what kind of wrestling. They defined sport as an athletic activity requiring skill or physical prowess. In other words, sport can be contact and non-contact.
To become a professional wrestler, it takes determination, skill, and the will to succeed. The problem with this is that there are those among us that bash pro wrestlers one minute, but forget that they wanted to be them when they were younger. It’s complicated to try to determine who needs the fulfillment more, your adult self or your inner child. But it’s easy to put away childish toys, so why bash something that you feel isn’t real.
Guys like Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, AJ Styles, and even Booker T have proven that being a professional wrestler takes skill as well as fortitude. Any average Joe can attempt to do what they do, but without training, they would just be glorified stuntmen. As far as not being real, well…
What did you believe was real when you were a child?
It’s easy to say that something isn’t really happening or it isn’t real. When we were kids, we were told to be good or Santa Claus wouldn’t bring any Christmas presents to us. We say that exact same thing to our children now, even though we know that we are Santa Claus. The same thing goes for the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. We know the truth, but our kids have their dreams and their imaginations.
Professional wrestling is pretty much like that. I still remember a few years ago the look in my ex’s son’s eyes when he got to see the Undertaker ride out on his bike. I still remember getting my beer snatched from my hand by the Dudley Boys when the WWE came to Loveland a few years ago. I still remember the “ECW! ECW!” chants that rang out right before the show went on the air.
As a child, I believed that wrestling was real. As a grown up, I know the truth, but still I watch. I enjoy the concept of sitting at home with a beer in my hand, getting ready to watch John Cena bust out a five knuckle shuffle on Randy Orton. Just like as if we were kids, it’s the simple things that make our days and our nights seem so much better.
And plus, my inner child begs for satisfaction. Who am I to deny him that simple pleasure?
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