I might judge any longtime Boston wrestling fan’s worth by gauging his or her reaction to the phrase “Duke of Dorchester.”
That was the nickname of longtime WWF jobber Pete Doherty, who had a cult following at the Boston Garden because he lived in the Dorchester section of the city. That residence was confirmed to me by a ex-newspaper friend of mine who actually interviewed (and drank beer) with Doherty way back when.
Doherty pretty much always lost, although close observers will remember he holds a victory over Haku/Meng/King Tonga in the Garden. I saw Doherty wrestle many times in Boston, and as is often the case today in 2010, I find myself remembering Doherty and many of the other enhancement talent who have simply disappeared from wrestling.
Doherty wouldn’t cut it in today’s manicured WWE — he was pale white and flabby, with messy long hair and at least one missing tooth. He wrestling consisted of basic punches and kicks. Yet there was something endearing about this guy, to the extent anyone who attended the Boston Garden shows in the 1970s and 1980s probably remembers him.
Someone like Shawn Michaels could have gotten a good match out of him, which would have tore the house down in Boston. Instead, every month at the Garden, we saw the Duke lose, lose, lose.