Wrestling legend Hulk Hogan has died at 71 years old 💔🕊️ pic.twitter.com/oGJ7F0TUKc
— TMZ Sports (@TMZ_Sports) July 24, 2025
I am old.
But not old enough to have been around when Hulk Hogan was on cereal boxes and starring in Saturday morning cartoon shows and picking up Andre The Giant at Wrestlemania (and all over the North East before it happened at Wrestlemania. Don’t let WWE change history.)
But when I became a full-time wrestling fan in the early 2000s, Hulk Hogan was returning to the WWF with Kevin Nash and Scott Hall to re-form the NWO.
Child me thought Kevin Nash and Scott Hall were the coolest guys on the planet, so by extension, that meant Hulk Hogan was cool too.
I remember taking books out of the library to learn more about Hulk and the NWO and WCW and these legends that felt like such a big deal in 2003. (See, I’m so old that you needed to read full books to learn information. I’m a caveman.)
I remember DEMANDING my parents purchase the Wrestlemania 18 pay per view because I HAD to see The Rock vs. Hollywood Hulk Hogan.
Icon vs. Icon.
I can confidently say, at one point in my life, Hulk Hogan was the biggest star in my world.
He’d rip his cheap, flimsy little shirt in half.
He’d flex, then point to the crowd, cupping his hand behind his ear to tell them to get louder.
And they always got louder for him.
Sure, he’d wrestle in slow motion and only had, like, 3 distinguishable moves but as a new wrestling fan, he represented the foundation upon which my obsession with the sport was built.
I didn’t care that he was nearly 50 years old, gasping after talking in the ring for 60 seconds.
For wrestling fans, he was a mainstream star who validated our nerdy infatuation.
He gave credibility to a genre of entertainment that kids at school would mock you for enjoying.
The motherfucker was in a Rocky movie.
He was a Hollywood star who was proud to have come from the wrestling world.
And I wish he died before this audio was leaked…
Hulk Hogan was furious that his white daughter dared sleep with a black guy.
It fucking sucks finding out someone you admired thinks you are less than because you were born with a different skin color.
I have no sympathy for people who wake up in the morning believing they are superior to another race simply because their cells happened to form a different skin pigment than someone else’s cells.
It’s Fuck Hulk Hogan over here.
Forever.
I understand separating the art from the artist but as I mentioned earlier, he wasn’t even that great of an artist.
When it came to his in-ring ability, he was a bum.
Sure, Ozzy Osbourne said some weird Nazi shit but at least he made War Pigs and Paranoid.
Hogan didn’t create any art worth consuming today.
His matches are archiac.
His movies are dogshit.
Hulk Hogan put the wrestling business on his back in the ’80s or whatever, but it’d be naive to think that if Hogan wasn’t around, someone else wouldn’t have just taken his place.
Some other steroid abuser would’ve gladly been the star Hogan was.
Shit, Hulk can barely put a fucking sentence together without bumbling and stumbling and repeating “brother” over and over again.
The more I learned about Hogan, the more I realized he was a greedy, narcissistic bigot who didn’t give a single shit about the “wrestling business” unless it involved money going into his pockets and his pockets alone.
Oh and he hated brown people for no reason.
Fuck him.
The Earth is a better place now that Hulk Hogan has left it.
RIP, ya dead bitch.
Thanks for reading.
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