It's called, Slaphappy: Pride, Prejudice, and Professional Wrestling. The New Yorker magazine reviewed it thus;
Hackett travelled around the various circuits of professional wrestling—that peculiar mixture of Olympic games and the burlesque, in which beefy athletes beat each other up in scripted bouts—determined to take its participants seriously. The result is an enjoyable and astute appraisal of a too easily maligned subculture. Hackett believes that wrestling, with its "blue collar" celebrity, convoluted sexuality, and faked reality, epitomizes something essential about American culture, although his attempts to discuss these theories with the subjects themselves often prove comically inconclusive. At one point, he tells a goodnatured young wrestler named Altar Boy Luke (who has just insisted that "wrestling is real," unlike, say, "Star Trek") that somewhere among the sport's layers of fakery is a bit of truth, "and everybody is trying to figure out what that is." "And the truth is," the wrestler replies, "I'm an athlete and you're an asshole!"
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