Dear friends —
Anyone who’s followed this blog may have noticed my infrequent posts compared to past years. I realize there is a combination of reasons for that problem, including:
- I’ve got kids and life is busy
- I get home from work and am exhausted
- So many of the 1980s stars continue to die
The exterior of the old Boston Garden
I originally started this blog to remember the good times of watching ’80s wrestling in Boston. I have so many vivid, fond memories of matches I saw at the old Boston Garden and WWF angles from that period. These days, I can’t even keep track of WWE storylines from the prior month.
At the same time, I feel if you’re going to write a blog about the ’80s WWF scene, you need to acknowledge when the former stars die, and that is becoming a full time job as age catches up with many of them or the 1980s lifestyle takes its toll. The deaths of Pedro Morales, Mean Gene Okerlund and King Kong Bundy never made it to my pages because I simply didn’t have the time or energy to write about them. I’d rather spend my time reminiscing about matches or angles, but can I do that without also mentioning the deaths? I don’t think I can.
So it seems a good time to wrap up this blog. I honestly wish I formally ended things after Bruno passed away, as that would have been an appropriate moment to do so.
I still get frequent comments on my posts, many of those pieces several years old at this point. A lot of you also have strong memories of the stars, referees and, yes, even jobbers from way back when. I’ve been lucky enough to have relatives of the Grand Wizard and Gorilla Monsoon post comments.
I thank all of you who took the time to read my posts and offer your thoughts.
I remember so clearly walking into the Boston Garden on December 5, 1981, to see my first live wrestling card. It was so exciting to see the ring right in front of me from the balcony of the Garden, which overhang the lower bowl of the arena.
And I still believe all these years later that WrestleMania III was the greatest Mania of them all. Nothing will beat the build-up and atmosphere of Hulk Hogan vs. Andre the Giant.
Some of my stance plainly comes from nostalgia from growing up; some of it stems from the fact the pro wrestling in the 1980s was a whole lot simpler — feuds were good vs. evil, the belts were important and there were no scripts.
Today’s stars no doubt are far more athletically talented than a lot (not all) of the ’80s WWF roster. But there’s a reason that a dude like Hulk Hogan — who didn’t have five-star matches and wasn’t a high flyer, but had an incredible connection to the audience — is still probably the most recognizable wrestler in the U.S.
I’m not giving up wrestling, just this blog. I hope those of you who have followed me find a reason every now and then to return, and for those of you who have stumbled upon this for the first time, I hope my posts spark your memory.