iamnathanieldanger asked: ANDRE THE GIANT
Am I a fan?: If you do not like Andre the Giant, you do not like professional wrestling. There is no way around this. None. Also, go and do yourself a favor and buy the just-released Andre the Giant: Life and Legend, by boxbrowncomics. I read it on the airplane from Atlanta to Detroit today, and it was absolutely riveting. (Pro-Tip: Before you buy from Amazon, consider putting in an order at your local comic book store.)
Favorite move: The big hip swivel into an ass ram to escape a submission hold.
Favorite match: vs. Stan Hansen. I think a lot of folks saw a match that CM Punk passed along on Twitter. Yes. That ruled. Go out of your way to find it, especially if your only exposure to Andre is his heel stuff.
Favorite feud: vs. Hogan. There are probably other acceptable answers, but I don’t want to hear them.
Favorite promo: When he tore Hogan’s crucifix and shirt off. This is one of the seminal moments in wrestling history. Also, it’s totally an accident, but he fucking makes Hogan bleed during that segment. The contract signing also rules, because he waves The Hulkster off with an like he ain’t shit. ANDRE. YEAH.
Seen live?: Sadly, I wasn’t born until a year after WrestleMania III.
Unpopular opinion: Hogan/Andre is a fucking awesome match, and I won’t hear otherwise. I know Steamboat/Savage was better, and that plenty of other matches have come along to make this one look bad by comparison, but if you believe in the magic of wrestling as storytelling, which is to believe in modern gods and monsters, here is the goddamn template. I get the warm ‘n tinglies every time Hogan lifts Andre for the slam, and the only post-loss exit greater than Andre’s here might be Hogan’s at WrestleMania VI (or Savage’s at WrestleMania VII, or Mick Foley’s at No Way Out 2000).
it’s so weird that Andre had a heel phase. when he came to LA in iirc 1979, he might as well have been a saint, the way we all responded when he came into the arena. I’ve told the story of the end of the Battle Royal that night before, where Andre and Chavo Guerrero, the last men standing, circled each other a few times as though prepared to slug it out, local (and personal) hero vs. international superstar for all the marbles, then paused mid-ring
and raised one another’s hands in mutual triumph, but if you have heard that story from me before, five’ll get you ten you’re gonna hear it again because that moment shone like a diamond of goodness in a darkening world for 12-year-old me
his ranch is a couple hours west of where I live and last I checked was still for sale but “family, can we sell everything, pool our resources, and figure out a way to buy Andre the Giant’s ranch near Charlotte?” is, oddly enough, not getting a lot of traction around here
Smart folks talking Andre :)
I talked with the George Gene Gustines of the New York Times about my book and the printed it in the Sunday Sports section. Read the whole thing here.