A brief overview, if you'll bear with me. If not, skip ahead a couple of paragraphs and I'll get where I'm going. The Lazarus computer is one that I got from my brother-in-law (hell, he had it laying around, wasn't using it, and it was lightyears ahead of what I was using.). Granted it was a real screamer with a 75 mhz pentium, and a whopping 1.3 gig hd, but like I said, it was a definite upgrade from mine. (To borrow from the horse-racing milieu, it was so slow, you timed it with a calander).

Anyhow, the hd had a few (!!) bad spots on it, and when I tried to load up some stuff, it inevitably crashed hard. I tried to run a scandisk on it, but it would only get so far, then go back to start. So, I got in and started monkeying with it, and deleted the OS! Hmm, well, no problem, Tom gave me the original disk for the WIN95, so here we go. What do you mean I need the registration number? What do you mean you don't have it? What do you mean it was available to me before I screwed things up? Hell!

So the Lazarus computer turned into a dos based clunker for the kids to play with for about 6 months, when I finally acquired (nevermind how) a copy of win98. Wonderful. I'll just install it Saturday morning, and get going. Uh huh. Remember those corrupt spots? And did I mention that I couldn't format the damned thing with a system, so I had to run from a boot disk? I didn't. Well, it all came back to bite me on the buttski.

So, suffice it to say, after going hand to hand with this damned thing all day Saturday, and most of Sunday, I finally got the Lazarus computer back up from the dead. It isn't totally streamlined yet, but much like CRZ's car (after the first repair), it is running. Now comes the tweaking (tac wire), and I should be ready for the next step.

Convincing my wife that I need (yes, need!) to upgrade the motherboard, and hey, a new hd couldn't hurt. Ah, the blessings of tax returns. (I knew having kids would eventually work to my benefit).

So, what does this have to do with wrestling? Well, CRZ made the analogies to WCW in his previously mentioned column, so I won't even bother to go there. However, one thing that working on the Lazarus computer did for me was allow me to spend a few hours watching the legends of wrestling on ESPN Classic.

Man, did that take me back. Haystacks Calhoun! I haven't seen him in absolute eons! Fritz VonEric? I had never seen him in action, but I know of him through his famous sons and the WCCW fed which he ran. It was a trip down memory lane, what little I was able to watch before the rest of the family got up and the inevitable happened. (Dad's wrestling goes by the wayside and .... Well no sense going into that.)

I was tempted all day to order the PPV (I haven't ordered a PPV since WMIII, if that tells you where I'm coming from), but I just never got to it. Then, I read the reviews and I'm damned glad I didn't. However, let me just point out one thing here. I know it's going to be hard on some, but Mae Young exposing herself brings something to the front.

The sad fact is, boys and girls, that no matter how good they look while you're young, and no matter how perfect they may be, eventually they're all going to look like Mae Young's. Sorry, deny it if you want, but it's going to happen.

Just as we all grow old, and end up unable to do what we love best, be it wrestle, play football, or whatever, eventually father time has his say. We end up on the "other side of the hill". Much like the Lazarus computer I mentioned above, with the right handling, we can still be useful, maybe not as much as we used to be, but we can still serve a function, be it part of a practical joke, or example for the next generation.

It's just what we choose to do with our newly found maturity that defines us.