Friday, November 9, 2018

The Grappler's Loaded Boot on eBay!

     As you know I watch the auctions on eBay for any interesting Portland Wrestling memorabilia.  This listing popped up today and it does bring back some of those great memories.  All of the jeering once he started to "Load" the boot.  And Sandy Barr never turned around, ever!  Not once.  Good times! 
     I am assuming that he must have had a leg length difference,  but it sure made for a great prop in the ring.

They are asking $2,000.
Click on the photo to go to the listing.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Portland Wrestling Photos on Ebay

I just listed another lot of some of my extra photos.  You might even have seen some of them here on the blog!

https://www.ebay.com/itm/352464648184






11-Man Over The Top Battle Royal $3,000 Purse ~ 1982 Clipping

Big 11 man over the top battle royal in Tacoma in 1982.
Not sure why they are fighting over a purse?
That purse is selling for $3,000, so maybe they will re-sell it on ebay?

Ha!  Looks like a great match with some future legends on the card!

Monday, September 3, 2018

Rip Oliver Nearly Killed Stan Stasiak Last Thursday ~ Clipping

What an opening sentence!!!
That's quite an opening sentence.  I don't know the year on this one, but I am guessing early 80's.  There is a date of the 14th mentioned but no month.  

Monday, August 20, 2018

It'a All about the Lane County Fairgrounds in 1981 & 1982


It's all about the Lane County Fairgrounds in 1981 and 1982.  Elton Owen is promoting in Eugene at this time and the cards seem pretty great!  I don't have a date on the two results mini articles, but they fit in there somehow.


1981
I wonder who the new faces where?

1981

1981

1981





1982

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Roddy Piper Shoots on a News Reporter(Video) & Accompanying Oregonian Article from 1983 & My Take on the Issue



This video popped up in the Portland Wrestling Facebook group the other day and it piqued my interest about the article that got Roddy Piper all riled up. 

It's not a very flattering article about wrestling fans. That paints us in a very low brow, low intelligence, kind of light.  Especially near the end, when he talks about a lady who got spit on my Buddy Rose, and will go to the matches next Saturday with an unscrubbed face, to show everyone that she got spit on. 

It's always been easy pickings to make fun of wrestling fans.  And yes, there were old cars in the lot at the Sports Arena, and plenty of low income folks who spent their hard earned money to get a little release, from their blue collar jobs, at the end of the week. But the article also assumes that these folks are low intelligence, that they(we) believe that everything that is happening in the ring is real.  I knew at about 8 that wrestling wasn't real, probably earlier and I just kind of let it go.  As a kid you want to believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and Rowdy Roddy Piper.  It's always a little sad when you realize those things aren't exactly what you thought them to be. 

Not then, and not now or probably ever, did the fans think that the drama was reality.  I don't go to the movies and yell at the screen, "Tom Cruise isn't a pilot.  That's so fake!"

The Portland Sports Arena was a special place. Probably much like the Sportatorium in Dallas or some high school gym in Tampa. Sure, it wasn't always the cleanest or fanciest place.  There were no golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.  No waiters bringing caviar to your bleacher seats.  Once you walked through the front door, paid your ticket money to Mark Owen, and stopped to grab you Lucky Number program, the atmosphere took over.  The smoke in the air, kids running around, people carrying around homemade signs to cheer on their favorites. Your mind allowed you to turn on a willful suspension of disbelief.  When the cameras came on, and the music started, and for the next 2 hours it was all real!  Buddy Rose was the worst human being alive, and you hoped that Lonnie Mayne would break his leg!  Every punch was the hardest you had ever seen, every kick, twist, or elbow, more painful then the last.  And the blood was real.  (It was, they never used ketchup.)

And at the end of the night, when you walked out those doors, you were back in the real world.  A world where you knew that there was some serious choreography happening, or these guys would be badly hurt and not back here week after week. You saw the many short, straight scars, on their foreheads and knew where that blood came from.  You would never boo Buddy Rose if you saw him at Safeway.  At times, a wrestling fan thinks of how hard these wrestlers work, and what they put their bodies through night after night to entertain us. 

Wrestling fans are able to suspend their disbelief long enough to enjoy the show.  Steve Duin, and others, don't understand this, or aren't intellectually able to make that leap.  That's fine, you go to a play for $75 at the Keller, and I'll go to wrestling for $10.  I'm petty sure I know who will have more fun.

And thank you Roddy for defending us, and for giving us everything you had, every night you were out there!
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