I've got a confession to make. When I was kid growing up in Southern California, I loved professional wrestling. The local television station (KTLA) would broadcast a three-hour program from the Olympic Auditorium in LA on Wednesday nights and I would stay up well past my bedtime to watch Freddie Blassie pound on some hapless "pencil-neck geek"
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Of course, in those days, I was convinced it was more than just "scripted entertainment,'' as my friend Kevin Eck (left) calls it in his blog -- Ring Posts. I didn't know that it was about as real as Donald Trump's hair or Pamela Anderson's....well, I'm sure you get my drift.
The thing is, most of us grew up and started paying attention to real sports -- and girls -- and figured out that there is actually a legitimate use for a metal folding chair. The rest, I guess, spend their free time (and I suspect they have a lot of it) reading Kevin's blog and dreaming of the day that anabolic steroids are legal again.
Still, I recently checked out the blog and noticed that Maryland Championship Wrestling is putting on a big show July 31 in Dundalk (I mean, where else?). I tried to call Kevin today to find out who's going to win so I could post the results in advance and save you a trip, but -- apparently -- he and Peter Angelos aren't taking my calls anymore.
Who knows, maybe I'll show up and check it out for myself. Maybe even get a neck tattoo so I can blend in with the crowd.