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"Interest A-1!" Warning: girls may want to navigate to the "My Little Pony" official site instead of clicking through to watch what he-men were made of in the 1960s.Are the girls gone now? Good! OK, men, watching The Crusher and cousin Dick The Bruiser, "the shark of the ring" as he's referred to here, was one way a bored 1960s Chicagoland teenage boy might kill time on a Sunday morning when there were no cartoons and nothing else was happening. (Channel 26 if I'm remembering correctly.) As one announcer assures us, "That's blood, fans. That's real, honest-to-goodness blood," spoken with artfully understated hype. It was a simpler time. Really.
This is a classic lambs-to-the-slaughter tag team match. I will direct the attention of younger visitors to the quality of the ringside announcers. The commentary is quite colorful and amusing, but presented in a straight journalistic style that helped to keep us all guessing about whether wrestling was real or not. We never quite knew, although we suspected... but suspected... what?
Pretty amusing for the nascent beginnings of "fake-i-ness". Contrast with Ultimate Fighting today (The Octagon)...the death of innocence...bring on the (condemmed) gladiators...
ReplyDeleteAnd on a distinctly different tact, I've recently noticed that Jon Stewart is actually a reincarnation of his look like, actor/composor Ivor Novello ("The Lodger" by Hitchcock and other works).
Mini Andre Me
Andre The Mini Me: Haha!
ReplyDeleteUnderstatement goes a long way in announcing professional wrestling. The patina of realism used to give it some adult gravitas. Ultimately hype devours itself. Never heard of Novello; I'll have to take a look for The Lodger.