Wrestling

Happy Birthday, America.   Like tonight's July 5th fireworks show in Dallas, it's better late than never. Right?   Our country turned the ripe old age of 234 on Sunday. Between burgers and beers and bikinis, I tried to spend some time remembering how friggin' fortunate we are to have...

Actually, it's not confounding defeats to the Memphis Grizzlies and Atlanta Hawks that has Cuban peeved, but more so tonight's American Airlines Center invasion by World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). (This is, after all, a blog named after an old rasslin' barn.) Cuban, never one to turn down some theatrics or a spotlight,...

After all, this is The Sportatorium. Right? I grew up watching Saturday Night Wrestling on Channel 11. While the adults played Canasta the kids were banished to the TV room, where we couldn't wait for Bill Mercer on the black-and-white Zenith. I remember Blackjack Mulligan and Frtiz Von Erich and...

Well, since this here blog’s namesake was the old tin-roofed rasslin’ joint down on Industrial I feel obliged every now and then to post vintage Von Erich footage. But my only review of Kevin Von Erich, um – how do I put this delicately? – horsing around with son, Ross,...

Now, and only now, I've earned the right to call this joint The Sportatorium. Just got my grubby little hands on Gentleman’s Choice, a new documentary by Dallas film producer Mickey Grant. Better late than never, those of you who stumbled onto this site looking for professional wrestling vignettes will...