When Rocky III (1982) first hit theaters, I was five years old. I saw it at a drive-in with my family. It played once, Rocky II (1979) played afterwards, and then it was shown again for the usual encore presentation. I could have easily sat through it for a third time. I was captivated from the beginning to the end (both times). I was so terrified of Mr. T that I did not want to go into the house when we got home. I thought that he was inside of it–waiting to kill me. I knew fear very well at age five. It would surface in my abdomen and shoot throughout my entire body. Rocky III is about facing fear as an adult male. As a grown man, I know what it feels like to be on hands and knees. Not everybody gets back up. I have seen this film many times and it has a special place in my heart. It has been there for over thirty years.