This year Wrestlemania was being classed as one of the worst built ones of all time. Every single feud going into this was either three weeks old or so underwhelming in terms of story-telling that almost no one cared. Then the actual matches took place. Wrestlemania 37 had a bad omen when Night One began with a forty-minute rain delay. Once the matches started though, it was off to the races.

I get hyped up about the good storylines, disappointed in the bad ones, and I dissect matches and the skill required to pull them off like a coroner doing an autopsy. One question that has consistently come up when I try to talk about wrestling with the people who don’t get it is, “Why would you watch that if it’s all fake?”