Last night, I watched a 2 hour documentary tracing the history of Wrestling from the late 1800's to it's present form. Starting out once as an exhibition of strength, balance, and athleticism, wrestling has involved into a form of entertainment for it's customers. The actual activity has moved from one of an athletic event to a type of soap opera with a complete cast of characters including good, evil, pretty boys, and the like. As spoken by one of the players, "If you don't believe it, there is no explanation possible. If you do believe it, no explanation is needed."
I can relate to this whole situation as we here at FTI have the same type of scenario occurring. My role is like that of a promoter: hyping, exhorting, and trying to keep some sort of semblance of order on the whole circus while acting as if everything is normal around me. The illusion of chaos is simply your mind playing tricks on you.
My problem, however, is that we are missing any of the good guys. Oh sure, we've got plenty of "heels" (wrestling slang for the bad characters): Gummo, the Balloon Boy; Rat Bastard G, the Green Comic, Slateface, etc. Dickey the Peap might come closest to personifying good, but I think he is re-inventing himself into the alter ego of Cheapo, the Magnificent.
I think I will just make sure that I replace the metal folding chairs with soft pillows at our FTI conference table. It would seem to be a bit safer.
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