Words and things, mostly words.
I have not followed the pro-wrestling scene for over a decade at this point — save for seeing the stuff people in my Twitter timeline are posting from time to time — but the news of Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart’s passing is still a huge downer. I got into professional wrestling just as Bret Hart was becoming a major singles wrestler, so I never saw many matches from his time tagging with Jim as The Hart Foundation.
I actually saw more matches with him paired up with Owen Hart, under the same tag team moniker. As a Canadian, and a fan of solid in-ring work, I was always a fan of the Hart family — and anyone tangentially connected to them. Jim Neidhart was easily the least proficient as a wrestler, but still turned in entertaining performances. He understood his role and worked it very well. I won’t pretend he was my favourite wrestler by any stretch, but he worked hard, kept good company, and entertained me quite a bit.
Dying at 63 would make him old by the standards of professional wrestlers I grew up following, but that’s still quite young for a North American male. It’s a sad lament that only a single member of the final incarnation of The Hart Foundation faction is still alive today. Gone are: Owen Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Brian Pillman, and now Jim Neidhart. And Bret Hart has been absent from the wrestling scene, save for a small appearance in the WWE a few years ago, since Bill Goldberg ended his career with a concussion during a botched spot.
I know it’s bad luck to be superstitious, but if any family were to be cursed it would have to be the Harts. Just another reminder of the unforgiving nature of the wrestling business.