Bret “The Hitman” Hart. The greatest hero of my childhood, and the man who made me believe back when I was just a fat little prepubescent Superstar that invoking the excellence you wished yourself to be was the first big step in actually achieving it.
Even a career-ending concussion from a misplaced Goldberg thrust kick, a subsequent stroke from a biking accident, and the tragic in-ring death of his youngest brother Owen couldn’t stop him from coming home and making peace before the entire WWE Universe.
Truly the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be.
