Childhood dreams never die

Last night confirmed how much I still love the wrestling business, even though I hate it so much at the same time.

I attended the 1,000th episode of Raw in St. Louis last night and was treated to a few wrestling matches and a large dose of nostalgia. It was a fun show, definitely worth being at. But the lack of wrestling still left me frustrated me.

Regardless, I still know I’ll get drawn back in to the spectacle, whether by TNA or WWE. It’s like a curse you can’t get rid of. And that’s why, in the back of my mind, I still have this hope (read: “far off fantasy that will probably never happen.”) that one day I will get paid to write about professional wrestling.

I don’t care if it’s for WWE, Pro Wrestling Illustrated or TNA. But I want to write about wrestling. I know it won’t happen right away. And I know I have to “pay my dues.” But that desire to take the storylines playing out in front of millions of people on a weekly basis and add new dimensions to them through interviews is still there. Telling stories, whether real or hand-crafted, is what I love to do.

And I won’t stop until I find a way to make that dream become a reality. I mean, what could be better than living out your childhood reality in a land of an athletic, make-believe spectacle that has enthralled millions for years on end?