My Dad was a very, very, very big wrestling fan.
He was such a big wrestling fan he would physically get into the match in his mind I guess I should say.
While still seated, He would jump around on the seat he was in and wave his arms around, rub his hand on his head, yell at the Wrestlers even if he was watching them on the TV.
He was really interesting to watch.
Sometimes watching my Dad watch wrestling was better then watching the wrestling itself.
I grew up in Dayton Ohio and still live there now. We had an arena named Hera Arena.
My dad and one of my older brothers went to watch wrestling there one time and my dad was kicked out because of his physically getting into the match.
He hit the guy behind him by accident and started a big fight.
The only way my dad was allowed to go back to Hera Arena and watch wrestling was if he bought a box set of seats.
He had to buy 25 seats, five seats for five rows and he had to sit in the very middle.
Needless to say he never went back to Hera Arena to watch wrestling again.
The Hulkster was one of my dad's favorite wrestlers.
He always called him Terry Hogan because Terry was his real name.
May you R.I.P. Hulkster.
I love you Dad, may you R.I.P. as well.