I Hope They Have Some Bubble Gum In Heaven: An Obituary for Rowdy Roddy Piper by J.C. Rebstock

“Just when they think they got the answers, I change the questions.”

“Rowdy” Roddy Piper was a bad man. You didn’t have to watch him long to learn that; he’d tell you straight to your face. “Superfly” Jimmy Snuka, Greg Valentine, Hulk Hogan, Mr. T, it didn’t matter to the Hot Rod who you were, how good you thought you were, what you’d done in the ring, on TV, whatever. If you crossed his path, if you fell into Piper’s Pit, he would tear you a new one. Or he’d clunk you with a coconut; that worked, too.

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It's Not My Wrestling, But Damn The WWE Still Put On A Great Event!!!

When I was a child of the 80's I became enthralled with the world of the WWF. I loved wrestling so much that it even eclipsed my love for Star Wars, He Man or any of the other cartoons/movies/toys that I loved as kid. I had all of the hard platic toys, a fake belt... shit I even went to a few Wrestlemania's live in my day!!! but when I hit my late teens/early twenties and started college, I kind have faded away from the whole world of professional wrestling. It is not that the product of the WWF (and later renamed the WWE) had lost its mojo... quite the contrary. It had became more popular than ever. But it just wasn't for me. I know plenty people who stuck with it over the years (whatup Joe Esq!) and I have heard that the product itself has gone up and down over the years... but one thing I never thought would happen would be me being sucked back into the world of professional wrestling. But that is exactly what happened last night, thanks to my 9 year old son Mikey who has become even more obsessed with the sport than I ever was...

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