"Scaffolding" is what we called it in my day, but I think now the eduspeak term is "frontloading." Whatever its called, I could have used some for this book. I am not a wrestling fan. I do not watch wrestling. I was continually lost in the nuances of TNA and WWE and Lockdown and Wrestlemania, blah, blah, blah. The last wrestling match I can remember is the one with me and Padilla the night before my dad's surgery in which Freddy's dog ate my glasses (literally ate the glasses) requiring me to show up at the hospital unable to see and my sister all "see who's the good one now." In any case. What I would like to say about this book is it pushed the limits of my stereotypes of wrestlers. I'm not too proud to say that I have never considered wrestling the sport of brainiacs. I would stereotype wrestlers as a bunch of neanderthals unable to spell the because of too many chair hits to the head. But this Mick Foley guy, he breaks the stereotype. He has a whole chapter about his love of Tori Amos. He gives money to build schools in Africa and money for rape victims. He's well written. So most of what I've taken from this book is that I should not stereotype and even Hardcore Legends can be sensitive men. Awkward.
I did not like the two chapters in which he gives his opinion about steroid use and what wrestling should be about. I skimmed those. Foley conveniently starts each chapter with the Wrestlemeter letting you know how much wrestling each chapter holds. If you like wrestling even just a little bit, you'll like this book. If you are not a wrestling fan, then maybe you might like this book, but I'm not going to suggest you read it because I don't need that kind of responsibility on my shoulders.
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