When Hulk Hogan Turned Heel

Here’s how I know I’m not a real fan of professional wrestling.

Because every now and again, when I’m at a wrestling show in Massachusetts, where I live—whether it’s a World Wrestling Entertainment event at the TD Garden, in Boston (19,000 people), or a Rad Pro Rasslin’ event at the Elks Lodge in Newburyport (78-ish people)—and I’m watching the wrestlers strut and grimace and go flying, and wedge themselves, red-faced, into a wrangle of limbs, and grab the mic and make their speeches, aggrieved or blustering or ramblingly odd...