10 Things You Only Learn Attending WWE WrestleMania Live
9. The Sheer Size Of The Production
The picture above almost makes WrestleMania look like a miniature model on a film set; it captures the scale of the production, but not the sheer size.
You can see enthralled fans for miles and miles. The sound everybody collectively generates is like rolling thunder. The beautiful modern architecture of the stadium coats everything in a premium sheen. During the lulls - virtually every time Triple H simply lays about for minutes on end, for example - the allure of WrestleMania still pulls you in.
WrestleMania, it itself, commands a sort of reverie. You can grow tired, weary, cold - but never bored. Your eyes need only wander to the panorama of prestige to obscure the muck of avarice that is a 7.5 hour show aimed not at the fans but the cheeky executives striving to artificially inflate the Network's streaming numbers.
WrestleMania is often compared to a festival, and it sounds like a festival. In a drive to pop the sky-scraping upper tiers, the volume of the entrance themes is blaring. Even if your eyelids droop, your ears prick up at the sound of thudding drums and crunching guitar riffs. WrestleMania's length is nonsensical, but the sensory overload compensates for it.
The show is beautiful, even when Lana is botching all over it.