PHILADELPHIA (JSC) — What’s good people! After a month of delays, it’s that time again.
As you recall, back in November, Episode 56 was the last #RetroReview, which took a look back at the infamous 1997 Survivor Series. Nothing like looking at something you were into as a teenager as a 38-year-old! Also, as you know, there will be a quarterly show like this that reviews one of the classic “Big 4” WWF/WWE Pay-Per-Views: Royal Rumble, WrestleMania, SummerSlam, and Survivor Series (plus, later this year, there will be a review for the 20th Anniversary of the 1998 King of the Ring).
By January 1998, pro wrestling was still reeling from the fallout from Montreal. WCW was in the midst of completely botching the acquisition of Bret Hart, waiting more than a month to formally debut him on Nitro and eventually having him be apart of the completely messed-up finish to the Hulk Hogan-Sting match at Starrcade. Meanwhile, the WWF was navigating the residual PR nightmare. Vince McMahon was reluctantly embracing his dark side — which would eventually lead to him becoming “Mr. McMahon,” one of the all-time great heels — while ushering in the “Attitude Era.” At the same time, the company was trying to execute original plan that ran into a wild detour: Getting Stone Cold Steve Austin the World Title by WrestleMania 14. That’s what brings us to that night in San Jose, where the path to Austin officially being crowned “The Man” officially took off.
As you recall, back in August, Episode 48 was the first official #RetroReview, which took a look back at SummerSlam 1997. Nothing like looking at something you were into as a teenager as a 37-year-old! Also, as you know, there will be a quarterly show like this that reviews one of the classic “Big 4” WWF/WWE Pay-Per-Views: Royal Rumble, WrestleMania, SummerSlam, and Survivor Series.
CHICAGO — That is the opening line of a song that started many of my mornings as a little boy. Every morning for nearly 20 years in Detroit, that song opened up the Mason in the Morning show on WJLB (Yes, the Mason that those outside Detroit know as the “DEEEE-TROIT BASKET-BALL” guy). The song, which was Sammy’s ode to Motown after being signed to the label in 1983, became a Detroit feel-good anthem. Ask anyone who grew up in Detroit or lived in Detroit during the 80s and 90s, and they can give you the first verse of that song off rip. The 1980s were far from Detroit’s best years. In fact, they may have been our worst. But there was still a pride in the city. There was some semblance of confidence that the City could fight back after the riots and racism of the 60s and the exodus of people and business, rampant crime, and subsequent collapse of the 1970s. The problem is, aside from a brief rally in the mid 1990s, Detroit has yet to recover from the 1970s. In fact, unlike the 1980s, it appears that people are on the verge of giving up. That’s what makes what transpired in this week’s originally scheduled general elections so amazingly huge, and potentially Detroit’s last shot at redemption. Continue reading An Open Letter To The City of Detroit…