Last Updated on: 25th July 2025, 08:42 am
I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about Hulk Hogan these days. He ended up being a Trump supporting racist who chose steroids over the vitamins he told the rest of us to take, never passed up a chance to lie about basically everything (no, Andre the Giant did not weigh 1000 pounds at Wrestlemania 3) and who I really hoped would just go away by the early 2000s, so the less he enters my brain, the better.
But none of that changes the fact that he was my first favourite wrestler or that I literally cried and punched things when Ted DiBiase bought Andre from Bobby Heenan and paid off those twin referees to screw him out of the title back in 88.
Or that I was worried King Kong Bundy had killed him in 86.
Or that I watched him and Mr. Wonderful in the cage probably 100 times.
Or that he somehow managed to have a great match with the Ultimate Warrior at Mania six.
Or that him turning heel and joining the NWO was one of the craziest things I’d ever seen.
Or that I watched “NO Holds Barred” more than once for some reason.
Or that “Real American” might be the best theme music ever.
Or that “American Made” was pretty damn good too.
I could go on all day, because love him or hate him, he was a huge part of my childhood. And even though I spent more time kinda hating him than anything else, I still have a ton of fun family memories and some of my best friends because of him, and I’m grateful for that. It sucks that we all have to get older and that in the end, nobody Hulks up on Father Time forever.
Note: I wish the title was my idea, but it was a text from a friend at which I laughed heartily.