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Originally Posted by Kane Knight
Anyway, rephrase: Is it disposable for you?
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I have an autographed picture of Ric Flair on my wall.
At least a third of my dvds are wrestling dvds.
At least a fourth of my video games are wrestling games.
My little sister gave me a toy hardcore title for Hanakuah (the pack with Mick Foley and Edge).
I've been told that I act like it's christmas during WrestleMania.
I've spent countless hours with friends and family watching and talking about wrestling. Hell, let me cut and paste something I put on my myspace a while ago.
Years and years ago I was able to get an insight about how wrestling used to be, and how wrestling fans were, by talking to my late Great Uncle Herb. Hearing him bring up names I've only read about… It might not be much but I hope he knows how much that conversation means to me today.
I'm only a fan, someone who has faithfully sat on the sidelines for years no matter how much crap I've had to bear. But during this 20 year saga a form of enterrainment became part of who I am.
Is it disposable for me? Only if I'm willing to get rid of part of who I am.