Yes. I should have known.
I should have known that this would be awful. And, trust me, if Borders had not been going out of business, I would never have purchased this book. It was something like 90% off the cover price so I don't feel too bad. I feel worse about the time that I lost reading this worthless piece of . . .
Well, some things are better left unsaid.
But other things must be said. I have to admit that when I was a kid, wrestling was big. In St. Louis in the 1970s, "Wrestling at the Chase" was a Sunday morning staple. After church and before lunch, every Sunday. I loved it. I was a kid, though, and that's the only good excuse that I have.
I got back into wrestling once again, with no good age-related excuse in the late 1990s, after the NWO emerged in the World Championship Wrestling promotion. It provided some common ground for me and one of my cousins and his now ex-wife. Whatever. Yada Yada. Anyway, I outgrew that short-lived interest too, but soon after I stopped following the WCW, Vince Russo became its head writer. And, around the same time, before or after, who knows, the entire WCW began a rapid decline and it eventually died out entirely.
I had hoped that this book, given its cover and title, would tell me what happened to the WCW. It didn't. No, mixed among a few behind-the-scenes wrestling stories, was the story of the author being, apparently, a bad guy and then becoming a Christian.
Now, don't get me wrong, anyone's coming to Christ is a good thing. And I don't have a problem reading books or memoirs about religion or conversion experiences in general. But, if I wanted a to read a book on religion, I'd pick one written by someone other than Vince Russo.
I should have expected a bad book and on that, Russo delivered. But I didn't expect the bait-and-switch. And that makes it even worse.
Avoid this one at all costs. If you've got the choice between this one and the back of a cereal box, choose wisely.