When I was 13, I was taken to my first-ever pro wrestling match in Portland, Maine by a short-order cook named Ricky Butterfield. Despite being several years older than me, Ricky said he believed in the authenticity of the match more than I did, and was therefore in a froth when, at a critical juncture of the tag-team match pitting Chief Jay Strongbow and Andre The Giant against Professor Toru Tanaka and Mr. Fuji, the referee did not see Tanaka throw salt in the Chief’s eyes, thus relegating him helpless.
I sometimes wonder how it might have played out if wrestling had replay review at the time.