Twenty years ago I took two of my sons to a World Wrestling Entertainment fight at Madison Square Garden. They were obsessed at the time with the likes of Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, and other “wrestlers” whose names I still remember all these years later. Very few of these characters seemed compelling to me at the time, and at one point during a match, I turned to the boys and asked, “So which one is the good guy?” My older son responded, “That’s just it, dad. There are no good guys.”
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