Watching Pop watch the matches was almost as entertaining as the action in the ring! He would scoot up to the edge of his chair, reacting to each move in the ring as if he was in the middle of the bout. And when a heel finally got his comeuppance, he would laugh with glee (Granny would exclaim, "Good!" - but I'll do a post about her later!).
I don't think I ever convinced Pop that the stuff we watched together was worked, but one thing that was unquestionably real was the joy we shared watching and talking wrestling together. Today would have been Pop's 101st birthday. He passed away twenty years ago, but I have lots of great memories of Homer Scott, many of which revolve around the squared circle.