Hello everyone and welcome to my little preview for the WWE at Madison Square Garden tonight, live on the WWE Network at 8pm. With this being the first WWE event from the Garden to be broadcast, I felt it would be fun to take a look back at some of my personal live experiences seeing WWE live at the Garden. The Garden will always hold a spot in my heart because it’s the fist venue that I had ever been to a live WWF event. I have countless memories of heading from Bayside to Penn Station on the Long Island RailRoad with my parents first and then with my friends. When I was a kid there seemed to be a WWF show at the garden every month or so and I went all the time. Without any further ado let’s get right into some of the highlights of my time at the Garden with an event back in September 1992.
On September 11th, 1992, my father got he and I two tickets for the WWF at Madison Square Garden. I couldn’t believe it as this was going to be one of my first live events, I didn’t even know what to do or think. We jumped on the Long Island Rail Road from Bayside to MSG and it was a feeling like none other. Everywhere looked there were wrestling fans, everyone was wearing a shirt and holding a sign. It felt like i was a world of wrestling fans and it was great. It would be the same feeling I would feel during every show I’d end up going to, but there was something that felt big time about MSG.
A we arrived to MSG, following an embarrassing moment where I took a leak in a potted plant at penn station, my dad told me he had a huge surprise for me. Before he revealed that, however, my dad bought me a program which always showed the match card. I opened it up and screamed off every big match on the card. Ric Flair vs. The Undertaker! Randy Savage vs. Razor Ramon! Then my face sank…I nervously proclaimed to my dad ” Dad, Pap Shango is wrestling tonight, he’s wrestling Bret Hart”. This only got worse when my dad revealed his surprise, which were front row seats!
I immediately began to scream as this was unbelievable and intimidating at the same time. I told my dad as great as this was we had to give the seats away. I couldn’t sit there petrified of Shango. I’m sure my father wanted to kill me but, being a good father, agreed to make someone’s day, by asking some fans to switch seats with us. We enjoyed the show from the sixth row until the Hart-Shango match. At this point, I had to use the bathroom and the only way this was possible would be to walk against the barricade and passed the first row. We tried to do this while Hart had Shango in a headlock and we were in the middle of tiptoeing past the front row when Shango disposed of Hart and ran at the ropes as quick as possible taunting the crowd. Well, that was it! I was off to the races as I ran quickly into the lobby. I had never seen my father run faster in his life as he screamed for me to stop. I eventually did but we hung out by the souvenirs until Hart won.
To make matters worse, I then pleaded with my dad to run up to the barricade to see the Undertaker up close. That’s right, the deadman was fine but Papa Shango was the problem! As for what happened to ole Papa Shango? Well, he had to retire as he soon realized that “Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy!”
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