Yeah, I was a pro-wrestler briefly…
I grew up in our little farm house in Montana with my grandpa hollering at the tv, telling all of his heroes of the squared circle what he thought they should be doing in there…I used to sit and watch mesmerized as the guys he was screaming instructions to worked each other over mercilessly in the ring…
The superstars of the 80’s, wow, those were high times in wrestling…
Then my grandma would walk by the tv and say, “Oh, look at the great pretenders” and keep walking…This didn’t sit too well with grandpa…
I would have never thought that I would get in the ring someday…But I did…
I watched wrestling from that point on, hopping around the living room and jumping off the couch…This didn’t sit too well with grandma…
Then one of my best friends in high school, Big Tim Bartlett (RIP buddy), seemed to constantly have wrestling on his tube and for a short time, he had considered going to a ‘wrestling camp’ himself…
No doubt in my mind he would have done well…He was such a muscular giant of a guy, long hair, full of attitude, and came stock with all the charisma and intangibles that the camera loves…Too bad he never had the chance to shine in that arena…
I miss that guy all the time…
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