It's All About The Game

deadskinontrial:

I can’t stop thinking about Randy Savage’s death. I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s affecting me, but it’s definitely made a huge impact. There are just those people that define wrestling to me. They are wrestling. Macho Man was one of them. From my years as a sporadic fan to these last four or so years as an absolute diehard, I can’t imagine my “journey” of becoming this in love with wrestling without Randy Savage. Sure, his glory days were before I ever existed, but that’s not to say he doesn’t define part of what all this magic means to me.

His match against Ricky Steamboat at WrestleMania III for the Intercontinental Championship is my favorite match of all time. There’s no way that I could count how many times I’ve watched, studied, envied that match and there’s no way that I could ever get tired of it. Nothing will ever top that to me. No steel cage match, no “I Quit” match, no ladder match will ever be as amazing to me as that plain ol’ singles match (if you can even call it a “plain ol’ singles match”). That match is one of the most pivotal aspects of my love for wrestling. 

Randy Savage, his career, and the legacy he created just mean so much to me. I’m still shocked and heartbroken about his sudden passing, and I doubt that a day will go by for a very long time that I don’t think of him. He is partially to thank for opening up this wonderful world to me.

RIP, Macho Man. We love you and miss you. Most of all, thank you.

(via mericuhlife)