The Chicago Ampitheatre was a dark, smokey arena that reflected the personalities of the men who sold it out each month, guys like Dick the Bruiser, The Crusher and Verne Gagne.  The building was no-frills, intense, and extremely LOUD -- or in other words, a perfect arena for pro wrestling!  There were many nights at the Ampitheatre when I could actually feel the ring vibrating because of the noise and pandemonium created by the rowdy "Windy City" crowds.

You can imagine, then, how my tie-dyes and flamboyancy went over with the tough blue-collar Chicago crowds.  You guesed it, man...they hated The Superstar's guts!. And I was always sure to give them a reason to loathe "Superstar" Billy Graham, just in case there was anyone out there who actually thought about cheering me!  Sometimes I was a little too convincing, and there were plenty of times when just getting to and from the ring was almost as physically exhausting (and dangerous) as the matches themselves.

In the words of 'the Chairman of the Board,' old Blue Eyes himself, Chicago was my kind of town, brother!