As a kid I was promised a lot of things. I was promised Santa was real, that there was a heaven, but most importantly, I was stared in the eyes, and told that Hulkamania would never die.
I mean, I knew the first two were bullshit from the get go, but this Hulkamania thing, this was something the whole country could agree on. I still remember my 4th birthday as vaguely as if it happened 27 years ago. My parents had invited Hulk Hogan and Mr.T to my party, but Mr.T said he couldn’t come because he had to fight Rocky but that we could play hockey tomorrow or Sunday.