An Untitled Memory
I am the WWF
fan.
Not the WWE.
I cannot be a fan of
entertainment
when there is none to
see.
I am the foot tall
Hulkamaniac,
Holding a foam finger
in the air
before I could speak.
I am the child who woke
up
early on Sundays simply
to recap
a week of wrestling I
already saw.
I am the "attitude"
generation,
replacing the foam
finger with a middle,
saluting 3:16 and a can
of beer,
shouting "rocky"
from a couch.
I am the fan who knew
DX
as a group, not a duo.
I am the child who
believed
Wrestlemania was truly
a spectacle.
I am the teenager who
turned off the television
on the very same event
three years later.
I am the fan who knows
that ECW is and will
remain
DEAD.
And who will watch it's
memory
be tattered and torn to
pieces.
I am the adult who
cannot,
WILL NOT,
listen to names like
"Legend Killer"
or
"Rated R Superstar".
I am the adult
who WILL NOT
accept their childhood
heroes
as the trash they've
been made to play.
I am the adult who sees
through
the superstars,
the stories, and the fans.
No offense.
I am who you,
the fan of 2007,
will hate
if you think
differently.
That, I can accept.
I will not hate you.
Because, believe it or not,
I was you.