Remember when Madonna and Dennis Rodman were a thing? What ever happened to that couple?

May 19, 1990 was WCW’s Capital Combat pay-per-view, and the event was promoted with an added bonus: RoboCop himself would be there. The tagline for the show was actually “Return of Robocop,” though RoboCop hadn’t really appeared in wrestling before. But RoboCop 2 opened a month later. The poster for the event even…

It has been exactly one month since the World Cup ended. This might cause you to believe that it is far too early to engage in any remembering of guys who participated in the tournament, but that would overlook one of the central truths of guy remembering: Any guy can be remembered, at any time.

“Ripping packs of baseball cards was one of my favorite things to do as a kid,” my colleague David Roth wrote in June in an essay accompanying a video of the baseball card-opening series that I’ve now somehow both wormed my way into and made about professional wrestling. “I like the experience of opening something…

We should begin with the important stuff. There is a league that plays at Louisville Slugger Stadium, in Louisville, over the course of a brief eight-team tournament held at the height of summer. It’s called the Bluegrass World Series, and seven of the teams in its field have rosters made up of collegiate players. The…

Remembering Guys does not necessarily have to involve trading cards. It’s a pursuit that can be equally at home anywhere on earth—a crowded train or a vast and silent desert work just about equally well for these purposes. I am Remembering a Guy right now. It’s the beefy former Mets corner infield prospect Butch…

One of my favorite villainous wrestlers when I was a kid was Rick “The Model” Martel. The gimmick was simple: Martel was a model, and he thought he was better than you.

What brings us back? What makes us Remember, whether it’s Guys or any of the other things that are out there to remember? Is it the fundamental human urge to open what is closed, or to return to places in which we have felt happy or safe in the past, or to create “snackable” video content to put onto a website?…

My uncle introduced me to pro wrestling. I think I was seven. He clued me in on the gag right away: Guys pretended to fight, and it was hilarious.

There’s a thing that happens to old ballplayers, a strange and salty suspension that leaves their approach to the game frozen at precisely the moment they left it and tends to lead them to spend the rest of their days grousing spicily about everything that happened since. That never happened to Davey Johnson, for a…

If you’re not remembering, are you forgetting? It’s a question that has vexed and divided the Guy Remembering community for centuries. Our work, in Remembering, is fundamentally about sustaining—about keeping alive the memory of Steve Jeltz’s very wet hair, or a terribly rude song that someone sang about Rob Deer like…

You can’t really know what your life’s great work will be when you begin it. Our days are full to overfull with work, but so little of that feels important. This is not to say that all of it is bullshit, although for most everyone some significant portion of it is invariably bullshit. It’s just that, when you pick up…

The Rememberer’s art is, for the most part, a lonely one. That is kind of portentous and serious-sounding, but it also seemed like a better way to begin this post than the thought it was intended to convey, which is “if you are someone who remembers a lot of rando middle reliever dudes from your youth, it’s probably…

In this week’s thrilling installment of Let’s Remember Some Guys, Lauren and I return to the treasure trove/antique printer box of unsolicited baseball cards mailed to our office by an unnamed benefactor in search of ... I should probably have figured out the conclusion to this sentence before I started writing it.

The internet is lonesome and atomizing and weird, which is strange when you consider that Bringing People Together is the one aspect of its ostensible promise that is unquestionably a success. It’s probably not the internet’s fault that, having been brought together, everyone just immediately started threatening to…

Welcome back to Let’s Remember Some Guys, a web video series in which I attempt to remember things about the various podgy stache randos and big-swinging galoots who filled out the baseball card sets of my youth. When last we did the Remembering thing, I was mostly defeated by the collection of mustachioed lotharios…

When we introduced a gum component last week on Let’s Remember Some Guys, the payoff was kind of weak. David Roth remembered all but one guy, so he only had to pop in one piece of thick, stale gum. In this week’s episode, however, he experiences several lapses in memory and consumes approximately two pounds of Dubble…

Let’s Remember Some Guys is back, and today we’re opening up some 1988 Fleer cards. It’s an especially nice pack, too, because it includes the always-important day/night splits, which any scout will tell you is key to predicting future success. (As evidenced by former Brewer Steve Kiefer’s weak day-game batting…

Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying Of Lot 49 is not as long or as dense or as otherwise inaccessible as the novels that make up the fat part of his canon. It’s the one you read if you didn’t quite feel like committing to V or Gravity’s Rainbow, and it’s the one a savvy professor would assign in a college literature course if…