I have a feeling you are.
You’re a child of the 80’s, born into a bright neon world of tassels and baby oil and Bobby “the Brain” Heenan. You were weaned on spring-action Hasbro action figures and WWF Wrestlefest. You rose to your feet in joy or shriveled away in tearful despair when the immortal Hulk Hogan fell victim to the Warrior Splash. Life was a lot simpler then.
