The joys of professional wrestling

The world of professional wrestling is ridiculous.

I know this. You know this. Even the annoying dog down the street that barks at 3 a.m. knows this. At this point, most people also know professional wrestling isn’t a true athletic contest and is more of a testosterone-fueled soap opera where everything is predetermined. Despite the gaudiness of it all, there is something incredibly appealing to professional wresting.

My dad introduced me to pro wrestling when I was seven years old through rented cassettes he would pick up every weekend from Warehouse Video in Rock Springs. We quickly sta...