Neanderpundit

I was remiss in not mentioning the passing of Killer Kowalski on August 30th. Most kids growing up in the ’60’s will recall the flickering, grainy black and white images of professional wrestling on the tube. It was the sort of thing your mom would turn off if she caught you watching it. Kowalski, Bobo Brazil, Crusher and Bruiser, those guys rocked.
The choreography in the ’60’s was the same as today, I guess, except for the unscripted nut shots. Those old-timers loved to punch a guy in the sack, especially if the puncher was scripted to lose. Good times.
I lost interest in professional wrestling once Roller Derby hit the boob tube. There was something about watching chicks yank hair, eye gouge, and generally beat the snot out of each other that appealed to my prepubescent self. Sadly, I confess, it still does. But you have to consort with some pretty shady characters to see that kind of action these days. I have some phone numbers if you’re interested, though.