We’re a sophisticated bunch over here, but let’s suppose a few of us used to be the kind of person lampooned in the famous monologue that decries: “Can you imagine the level of a mind that watches professional wrestling?” (around the 1:00 mark). I once was such a person in the Age of Hulkamania. Even then I sensed, although I didn’t know it at the time, that professional wrestling was made up of good guys and heels. The ultimate heels back in those days were the Iron Sheik and Rowdy Roddy Piper. My childhood self really did think they were bad.
Hello, Astros Fans: You Now Root for the Iron Sheik (aka How I Learned to Root for the Heel)
