"ROCKY, ROCKY, ROCKY" - 67,925 fans at the Houston Astrodome, Wrestlemania X-Seven
I stopped watching weekly wrestling towards the end of 2004, but I will still tune in once a year and watch the month long build-up to the biggest show of the year, Wrestlemania. If you haven't heard of Wrestlemania, it's a huge event in which the biggest, most important (and best) matches of the entire year take place. It's basically like Christmas for wrestling fans. All the performers put on the show of their lives on the biggest stage of them all. Scores are settled, surprises are bound to happen and wondering who will have the best match of the night is all part of the fun. All the fueds finally come to an end, and hopefully the good guys win (in contrast to what some may believe, this does not happen every match. I once read in an encyclopedia that wrestling is a fake sport in which the bad guy beats up the good guy until the good guy makes a comeback and wins.... EVERYTIME!! Fuck you Britannica, you don't know shit. Talk to me about birds and flowers and whatever but don't try to tell me the babyface wins every match. You're only showing your imcompetence as a go-to source of reliable information).
Usually, Wrestlemania takes place in a massive stadium with up to 70-80,000 people in attendance. Who would want to watch the best show of the year from the bleachers of a stadium where the performers would surely resemble ants moving around a one centimeter squared circle is beyond me, but with that many people, it sure adds to the atmosphere when I'm watching at home, so I can't complain. The buildup to the big PPV lasts a little over a month, so for that period of time I become a fan of the product once again. This year will be Wrestlemania XXVI (how epic are roman numerals!), and is shaping up to be one of the best of all time, and I'm not just saying that because I'm in a month long Wrestlemania euphoria. The big show this time around features, among other things, the comeback of a legend, a rematch to one of the greatest Mania bouts of all time, and a world title match that has the potential be a surefire classic.
Suffice to say, I can't wait for Monday morning, March 29th. If you want me, I'll be on my couch with my cordless headphones on and my imagination running wild, watching the grandaddy of 'em all.