MY GIRLFRIEND, DEBBIE, gave me wise advice while I was in college: “Go after what you would do for free, and then figure out how to get paid for it.” I appreciated Debbie’s encouragement, especially since I was considering a career in wrestling journalism—an ambition I kept to myself. In that early stage of our relationship, she didn’t realize I had a secret, actually another relationship … that wrestling was my mistress.
As the Monday Night War got underway, and it became unconscionable to miss Raw or Nitro, I had to break out and be honest: “Sometimes, Debbie, wrestling comes first!”
It was an uneasy truce
