As a child of the 80s, there isn’t much out there that brings the nostalgia pouring back like watching old school WWF wrestling. I remember as clear as day Staying up late on Saturday nights to watch Saturday Night’s Main Event. Those were great days full of wonderful memories. I was a giant fan of Hulk Hogan (even though he was a terrible wrestler) as he faced off against any number of different heels. King Kong Bundy, Cowboy Bob Orton, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Andre the Giant, Big John Studd and The Iron Sheik were some of the best Heels of the day and they were easy to hate. It was the perfect battle between good and evil to watch as a kid.
I remember how much I liked listening to Gorilla Monsoon, but that I couldn’t stand Jesse “the Body” Ventura. Those were simpler times in the world; times when a leg drop was a finishing move that could get you a Championship belt and help to make you the most popular man in the sport.
I loved those days. They are still priceless to me, and I get a huge kick at watching some of those matches to this day.