I already spoke at length of my fondness for professional wrestling and Jack Brisco was right at the center of the seventies Florida wrestling scene. I sure do wish I had all my old Wrestling mags as Jack Brisco was prominently featured, being the two time NWA champ and all.
In the old days, for the most part, "good guys" were "good guys," with relatively uncomplicated names and personas. It doesn't get much more straightforward than "Jack Brisco." He was a regular guy in regular tights fighting all these evil dudes in sheik costumes and masks and what not.
OK, big confession, I had a Planet of the Apes "astronaut" doll, who, when stripped down to his blue doll underwear was a proxy for Mr. Brisco. So, there. I played with dolls. But it was guy "rasslin'" dolls and not baby dolls or anything like that. I mean, who hasn't launched Luke Skywalker from the top of a bedpost to (hopefully) land on The Joker? I know I have.
So, thanks, Jack, for being a good guy. We need more of you, not less.
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