WrestleMania XVIII in 2002 should have been the end of it. I attended it with my girlfriend. We had great seats. I couldn’t have really asked for a better show. What better time to sign off, go to University, and forget about the whole thing? That really was the plan. But I found myself on Monday nights studying with the TV on, with Raw dimly brimming in the background, keeping its tendrils on my mind. Like most people, University changed me. But wrestling was still there. I couldn’t shake myself of it.
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