May 29, 2016




It was around the age of 5 or 6. I don’t remember which. All I know is that it took around a quarter of a century to see it come to life. For others it’s taken longer. It’s a little different for everyone. This is such a strange time.

In any event, it was this year that we finally saw it. Me, the kids I argued with on the playground, and every other kid that ever had a favorite superhero.

Who would win?

That’s how it starts. What a genuine question. That honest thought of ‘what if this character that I love so much fought that guy in the leotard the other kids love so much?’ The egotistical thought of ‘my guy would whoop on your guy.’ The tribal instinct of dominance takes root. Then you’d say, “Aw, they’d never do that.” They, of course, being adults and moviemakers who tell the real stories. Or so we thought. More on that later.

Then it happened. It finally happened.

This is the year that we as a people, desperate for even more pop culture, had our questions answered: 

Who would win? Out of these characters who have been ingrained into our psyche, who would win?

Batman or Superman?
Captain America or Iron Man?
Daredevil or Punisher?

And it was good. Holy crap it was good.