What Really Matters AKA The Ridiculous Hypocrisy of the IWC and Dirt Sheets
One of the legends in wrestling, Dusty Rhodes, died. Some of my earliest memories of wrestling involve sitting with my grandfather, my uncle, my father, my grandmother and my mom watching NWA. All of the matches from that Era captured my young attention span, but Dusty I couldn’t stop watching. I remember actually crying when he got ambushed in the parking lot by the four horsemen and I was roughly five and it was still real to me. My grandpa sat me on his lap, and said “Don’t worry, kiddo. He’ll be back in a couple of weeks to pay them back.” Wrestling was always a family affair. And watching Dusty, that was a highlight. Yeah, I was and am a Mark. Loosing him, being a fan, is hard enough. I can’t even imagine the pain that Dustin and Cody are...