This Monday, I will have the opportunity to view fine art with my own eyes. Actually, this art is better than fine art. It is the biggest modern-day spectacle, where thousands of people are enthralled, wowed and touched by the sheer beauty of what they are able to witness first hand.

I could only be talking about professional wrestling. Yes, the World Wrestling Federation is making its way to Penn State, and yours truly has third row ringside seats. I know most of you might stop reading this right now, citing the fact that wrestling is merely trash for the uneducated, beer-swilling hoi polloi. I beg you, read on and be enlightened.

Nowhere else on television is such a myriad of plots woven together to create a coherent and amazing show. In one given night, you can see a plethora of social issues brought to the masses. For instance, let's look at violence towards women. Last Monday, one of the WWF's most amazingly beautiful women, Stacey Kiebler, was slammed through a table from the top rope by the tag team she manages, The Dudley Boyz. Most people would see or hear of such a thing a cry out the WWF shamelessly advocates brutality against women. But such a nefarious, dastardly act will not go unpunished. There is always a twist. I bet this week some other team comes to Stacey's rescue or she stands up for herself and has someone else beat her old-team.

The WWF also addresses such issues as getting out of a relationship that is no longer healthy. For months now, fans have witnessed the degeneration of Hunter Hearst Helmsley's marriage to Stephanie McMahon. Divorce is common in today's day and age and is seen all over television, on comedies and dramas. It seems shows always feature people trying to find a way to split the possessions they have accrued over their time together. This normally takes place in court and can last many years, causing a lot of grief and hardship. But the WWF proposes a much more simple straightforward solution. The wife takes the side of the husband's greatest adversary and they wrestle the husband in a handicap match. If the wife and nemesis win, the husband loses what he has (in this case the undisputed championship). If the husband wins, the wife leaves. Forever. Seems much more succinct than litigations and court proceedings to me.

But besides the storylines there is the sheer aura of the wrestlers themselves. I'll get to see Hulk Hogan drop the famous leg I watched throughout my childhood. I'll see Stone Cold catch beers in the ring from the guy that throws them from the outside (they never miss - it's truly amazing). I'll get to see Rob Van Dam dropkick a chair into someone's face. I'll get to chant "You suck!" when Kurt Angle (native Pittsburgher) enters the arena. And I'll get to see The Undertaker ride his custom-made motorcycle to the ring.

These are some of the greatest artists of our time, able to create emotions that run the gamut from ecstasy to hatred, from pleasure to anguish. And they curse, drink beer, break a lot of stuff, have women that wrestle and do all kinds of crazy flips, put people through tables and hit each other with chairs. Seriously, how could you not like this stuff?