I haven’t been a fan of professional wrestling since about 1987. Back when the big American promotion wasn’t WWE, but WWF. Back when Hulk Hogan shredded that yellow shirt… and Jake the Snake brought that terrifying sack out to the ring with him… and the Ultimate Warrior exploded into a fireball of energy and popularity. It’s been that long for me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love a great wrestling film (Darren Aronofsky’s The Wrestler was a heartbreaking masterpiece), or a great wrestling book, like Ringside Vol. 1: Kayfabe.