I don't remember Wahoo in a mask either, and I think that would stand out with me.
I would say about the same about when the magic ended. By the time the haircut rolled around, I had sort of lost touch for a bit.
My favorite memories revolve around going to the Asheville Civic Center, Sunday afternoon, 3:00 bell time. And you could pick up the paper and read the results the next morning. Nothing like the good old days.
I saw a few good fights there, some in the stands, some with some guy that wanted to run to the ring.
One great memory was a very old little old lady that would sit in the front row, EVERY TIME the doors opened. The wrestlers got to know her and would acknowledge her. It was a good way to get heat and she would certainly do her part.