Maybe that's a little harsh...Part of me grew up? No, that's not right. Evolved? No, still not accurate. Ah, I've got it. Part of me moved on. That's it. Part of me moved on. Which part you ask? The part that was a five year old that watched WCW with his father, a Nigerian immigrant that had a ridiculous amount of Japanese Pro Wrestling on VHS. The part that grew up in a household so engulfed in Pro Wrestling that the back of their station wagon was filled with nothing but Pro Wrestling magazines. The boy that imitated Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka leaping off the top of the cage when other kids were imitating G.I. Joe. He moved on last night.
He realized that he no longer had a passion for the spectacle that he once loved so dearly. The once magical stage of WrestleMania that once hosted such grandiose matches like Hulk Hogan vs. André The Giant, Bret Hart vs. Shawn Michaels, and The Rock vs."Stone Cold" Steve Austin had lost it's, well, it had lost its magic. The show opened with an eighteen second sham that had the potential to be a match that could have stolen the show. It was followed by a once unstoppable monster facing a "Viper" in a forgettable affair. The so-called "Divas" match further pushed that part of me to the breaking point. I needed to take a break.
I grabbed my dogs leash and took him on his nightly walk while I pondered a bit. Part of me used to love this stuff. What happened? What made me become so bitter towards the thing that I used to love so much? I couldn't put my finger on it until I watched the next match. There was something familiar about the performance that The Undertaker and Triple H put on. The chain link fence, the gloves, an unorthodox choke hold, and the ebb and flow between two people fighting for something that mattered. It all made sense after that.
The boy that once loved the choreographed ballet of physical drama had moved on. No, maybe I was right earlier. Maybe he had finally matured with the rest of me and acknowledge that his passion had shifted to something else. Something real. Something that had the same drama but with a far more visceral feel. Last night that part of me became a fan of Mixed Martial Arts.