Story by Sara Howell, Features editor
It is always a funny ‘oh my gosh’ moment when I make the connection with someone that we both watched WWE as kids. This happened the other day with my friend Kerry while we were waiting for class to start. Laughing and talking about who our favorite WWE stars were (Batista, Randy Orton, Triple H) made me happy and a little embarrassed of how into it I used to be.
One time, my dad let my brothers order a wrestling match for us all to watch off of Pay-Per-View. Mitchell and Daniel decided to make lasagna but I wasn’t complaining because it is delicious. Once the show began we were glued to the couch. About halfway through my brother Mitchell decided to make brownies. In the excitement of the show we forgot about them until it was over.
By the time they were taken out of the oven they were as hard as a rock. We laughed about it but were also disappointed we did not get to eat them. The one downfall of liking wrestling was when our cousins would practice moves on us.
That was not fun at all. I don’t know why but it seems boys never get the memo to start wearing deodorant soon enough. I feel sorry for my younger sister; she had to deal with that the most. I felt pretty robbed when I found out wrestling was fake.
We stopped watching after that. Though we aren’t mega fans anymore, it is good to look back and reminisce on all the times we spent cheering at the TV at times when Rey Mysterio would do the 619 or Evolution would step into the ring.