“Can we watch RAW?” my wife asked me Monday night, just minutes after we’d put our son to bed.
She quickly followed her question with a statement: “I never thought I would say those words.”
I never thought she would say those words, either, and it was all I could do not to break into a Daniel Bryan, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” celebration. My wife and I have known each other going on two decades now, and she had always regarded my own interest in wrestling with her own, at best, disinterest. But as The Rock might have said, finally, my wife had come to wrestling.