Part of my childhood just died these past few days. As a kid, I loved Hulk Hogan and The Ultimate Warrior. But over the years we found out that those two werent exactly great role models. Each one had some racist bones in their body. One was willing to share those views publicly, while the other was caught in private and the story exploded. National media has been running wild with footage from eight years ago of Hogan dropping the n-bomb a handful of times. Oh brother Now, Hulkster is gone from WWE, and it may be a long time before he returns in any capacity. Maybe hell never be back. Anyone that felt bad for him being secretly recorded having sex with his ex-best friends wife (not that there were probably many) has likely jumped ship. Hogan is alone. Hogan is in trouble, and you can only imagine the future millions of dollars and fans he has now lost. Any conversation of a final match at WrestleMania 32 match is absolutely gone. Conversations involving him will no longer feature Andre the Giant, Randy Savage and the NWO. For now, now he's situated alongside the likes of Dog The Bounty Hunter, Donald Sterling and Paula Deen. Not the best team to be a part of, brother. Time to kick out.
As Rust Cohle from True Detective said "Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you're good at."
Sadly, I can't solve a murder like Rust...or change a tire, or even tie a tie. But I do know all the lyrics to Hulk Hogan's "Real American" theme song and can easily name every Natural Born Thriller from the dying days of WCW. I was once ranked 21st in the United States in Tetris...on the Playstation 3 version...for about a week.
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