Professional wrestling and baseball have always fought for the top spot of my heart. My first memories of baseball came after moving into my house on Long Island. My mom had an extra-inning game on during the 1995 season. I couldn’t tell you who won or what even happened. Just that it was the Yankees against someone.
A few years later professional wrestling was brought into my life. Stone Cold Steve Austin was one of the greater heroes I’d ever known and he wasn’t even a hero. He just whooped your ass regardless of who you were. That kind of stuff resonates with kids ya know?