It was broadcast live from Times Square, the mecca of pro wrestling — because so many people from Ohio are there visiting — and it was one of those spotting-your-third-grade-teacher-in-public experiences. The wrestlers were sitting at banquet tables dressed in regular clothes. Where are the Speedos? Where are the knee-high leather boots? For god's sake, where are the singlets? It all lacked the homoerotic authenticity of pro wrestling.

I saw Classy Freddie Blassie for the first time since we shared a table at a Japanese hibachi restaurant. Me and my brother got his autograph. That was classy of him. He was known as the Fashion Plate of Wrestling, which should tell you about the dressing habits of the other guys, 'cause Freddie wore gold leisure suits and medallion necklaces.

I have many great in-person wrestling memories: Iron Sheik vs. Sgt. Slaughter at sold-out MSG when I was around 12 years old. When Sarge won, it was like V-E day in Times Square again. Years later, my brother grabbed the microphone from Sarge and yelled to the audience, "We're gonna bomb the commies!" And, of course, that Monday night in New Haven when I experienced an entire arena filled with 10-year-olds screaming, "It's time to get on the Ho Train!" and "'Pimpin' ain't easy!"

And I didn't even mention Sexual Chocolate Mark Henry's affair with 78-year-old Mae Young, who gave birth to a hand on television as Gerald Brisco vomited next to her.

The lowlight of the anniversary show was when Triple H told Stephanie McMahon to close her eyes and pucker up. That's when he dropped his pants and the camera zoomed in on his no-fat bare ass. The homoeroticism had returned, after all!

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