Actually. It was called the eighties. Kids still used their imagination back then. They didn't have MC'culture fed to them through an IPOD that stole any chance of a preconceived notion of original thought. Next stop, Happy Pills and Brave New World.
My dad regularly took me to see the WWF(E) at the Memorial Coliseum and I saw Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior amongst others. It was fun because there was still has the local low rent Portland Version on tape delay. There was kind of a white trashy/flannel shirt wearing stupidity to Portland back then that I miss. Now you will be beaten to death on Burnside by hipsters with human hair bags if you don't order goat cheese on your pizza. Ahhh progress.
I'm hoping Dame will be the next Oscar Robertson..I think he's a bit like Grant Hill before he was injured with the Pistons