This story is about a girl … sort of. For my purposes, let’s call her Abby. And yes, before you read further, I am in a happy, committed relationship. Long before Kelly, though, there was Abby.
Abby was smart and pretty and fun to be around. And I, being so young, could not appreciate all that I had. Life is funny like that sometimes.
I was reminded of that old love story on Monday, ironically while watching Hulk Hogan rub elbows with WWE’s current crop of Raw wrestlers. Sometimes it’s difficult to see WWE in the same light as the old WWF, a landscape dominated by titans long before Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, or (chuckle) Goldberg appeared. It struck me that for all of Hulk’s shortcomings – Google him if you cannot think of any – he is still so seemingly loved and embraced by fans and WWE officials, alike.
Nearly 30 years after effectively retiring from the WWF, Hogan still means so much to this crowd, an audience that consists largely of people who were not fans and possibly not even alive in the 80s and 90s.
Similarly, I still think about Abby sometimes.
I’m sure Vince McMahon does with Hulk Hogan as well. It would be so difficult not to. Sure, names have come and gone, and voids have long-since been filled. But there will never be another Hulk Hogan.
Just as I can never go back, Vince McMahon can never return to the fabled days of “Hulkamania.” It’s just not possible.
Hulk Hogan – like Abby – will always be “Immortal” in that he will be remembered in fans’ hearts and minds and the stories that are told for years to come. And if that does not bring Vince solace, at least he can smile about all that once was and will never be forgotten.