COLUMN: It's not real?

When I was a little kid, I was a borderline obsessive fan of professional wrestling.

It wasn't today's era where I could catch a program or one of the many easily accessible pay per view events, instead I had to wait to watch my favorites like Sting on the weekend on the NWA show on TBS or sneak out of bed to watch the WWF's "Saturday Night's Main Event" that seemed to air after midnight and would always include several really big matches.

I would spend multiple hours wrestling and practicing moves with friends which often times would get too rough and lead to a fight.

I think I tried to go as...