Dear WrestleMania…An Open Letter

One of the scariest things any kid can go through is changing schools. You wonder how hard the work might be, if the teachers are gonna be mean, and more importantly, if you’ll make any friends. Being adults and having common sense lets us know now that everything will be ok, but as a kid it’s scary. At the start 2001, my parents moved us to a small town 50 miles away from our home in the San Fernando Valley in California. I was upset. I liked my friends, I liked my school, and I didn’t want to go, but we did. For the first few months it was hard. Kids were friendly, I had some friends, and I wasn’t picked on or anything like that, but I still missed home and felt alone. I needed a pick me up. Something to remind me that life wasn’t as doom and gloom as my 12 year old self was making it out to be. Then you came around, and made everything in the world ok for 3 hours with WrestleMania X-Seven. Chris Benoit vs. Kurt Angle, TLC 2, Shane McMahon vs. Vince McMahon, and of course, the rematch to Steve Austin vs. The Rock. You snapped me right out of it. You reminded me that there’s always something that will make you happy. No matter how low you feel. I’d repay you with loyalty for the next few years. Rarely missing a Raw or SmackDown, let alone daring to miss my one shot a year to see you.