Those of us at the longer scale of the Baby Boomer meter in Minnesota found many heroes at the dawn of the 1960s. The Twins arrived with Harmon Killebrew at Met Stadium in 1961, as did the Vikings with Fran Tarkenton a few months later, and Murray Warmath's sudden conversion to roster diversity led to consecutive Rose Bowl appearances for our beloved Golden Gophers.
Yet, for the rapscallions in this category of youth, glorious as were these happenings, the most influence on us took place early on Saturday nights when the weekly All-Star Wrestling show appeared on Channel 11 from a cramped studio at the Calhoun Beach Towers.
If only the lake had been renamed those six decades ago, and we had a chance to hear Marty O'Neill from behind his sunglasses attempt to handle "Bde Maka Ska'' in his pre-match interviews, what a treat that would've been.
As it was, neither the Killer's gigantic home runs nor Fran the Man's scrambling, not even Bobby Lee Bell's majestic tackle play, equaled the impact of our rasslin' hero:
The Crusher.
We loved him initially as a bad guy, loved him equally when he was transformed into a good guy. It became a sure sign in those early '60s to put out the campfire and scatter to Parts Unknown when various attendees started crushing almost-empty beer cans against their foreheads, Crusher-style.
Marty's favored descriptions in his interviews became part of our lexicon, and the most-used was O'Neill's constant introduction of the "very capable'' Kenny Jay.
This was Marty's way of telling viewers: