I remember coming home from my first wrestling show as a young boy with a poster of The Ultimate Warrior. That poster hung on my bedroom door for far longer than was acceptable. One Halloween, I painted my face, tied neon shoelaces around my arms, and put on my sleeveless leather vest, in what I to this day consider my best costume ever. Thankfully, I chose to bypass the speedo for jeans. I would pretend my stuffed animals were Mr. Perfect or Ravishing Rick Rude, and deliver the Gorilla Press and big splash, Ultimate Warrior style. A few years later, the stuffies were replaced by my friends, and a trampoline. At that time, Warrior stopped with the overhead gorilla press, and I thought it was fate as I couldn't do it. But I could sure do his diving shoulder tackle, and would whenever I could Shortly after, The Ultimate Warrior disappeared from my television, and I moved on. I would occassionaly hear about something Warrior said or did that made me realize he wasn`t always in touch with reality or society. As an adult, I certainly didn`t agree with a lot of the opinions he made public. But, Warrior was a part of some of my fondest childhood memories, and it is an odd experience, hearing that a childhood hero has passed away. He said it best himself on Monday. "Nobody becomes a legend on their own. Every man's heart one day beats it final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. But if what that man does in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others, makes them believe in something larger than life, then his essense, his spirit, will be immortalized." Rest easy Warrior.