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When I Got Prince Adam For Christmas
Christmas morning, 1984. I was six years old, still in footie pajamas, hair sticking up in every direction, eyes wide with the kind of wonder only a kid can muster. …
Retro Ramblings
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Mom’s Christmas Suckers
When I think of Christmas growing up, I don’t just picture department store windows, sleigh bells or the presents under the tree. I think of suckers too. Not the kind …
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Decking the Halls
I always knew Christmas was officially on its way when our teacher would stand at the front of the classroom, clap her hands for attention, and announce it was time …
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The Black Scorpion Saga
In the fall of 1990, I was twelve years old and as you already know by now, completely hooked on professional wrestling. WCW was my world. Sting was one of …
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Black Friday in the 90s
I still remember the first time I truly understood what Black Friday was. It was the mid-90s, and I was standing in line outside a Walmart before the sun had …
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Freedom From Want
There’s a painting you’ve probably seen before by Norman Rockwell called “Freedom From Want.” It’s the one with the big family gathered around the table, Grandma setting down a turkey …
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Starrcade ’86: The Night of the Sky-Walkers
Thanksgiving night, 1986. I didn’t get to watch Starrcade live, but that didn’t stop the buzz from reaching me like static through a radio dial. Every wrestling magazine, every promo …
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The Death of Superman
The Death of Superman wasn’t just a comic book storyline for some of us, it was a cultural earthquake that turned me, a wide-eyed 14-year-old, into a full-blown comic collector …
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So Long For Now: Remembering Bob Caudle
Bob Caudle, the unmistakable voice of Southern wrestling, passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 95 Saturday night, leaving behind a legacy that stretches across generations of …
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Libby’s Famous Pumpkin Pie Was The Star Of Our First Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving has a way of sneaking up on you. One minute you’re raking leaves and wondering if it’s too early for Christmas music, and the next, you’re elbow-deep in mashed …