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My WWF Days

1 Aug

I remember standing up on our brown cushy couch figuring out the angles, measuring the distances, and then jumping off, soaring really, and doing my best Jake the Snake impression on my imaginary wrestling partner. The referee would dramatically slide next to me and pound on the mat.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The winner and newwwwwwww champion The Guat!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! The crowd would roar as I held up the belt.

All of this taking place in my best whisper voice ever as it was the quietest Royal Rumble. My mom didn’t appreciate the sport much, or the fact that I’d be jumping off the furniture.

But even though it was hush-hush I’d still battle them all, Andre The Giant, Ravishing Rick Rude, The Million Dollar Man Ted Diabiase, The Iron Shiek, King Kong Bundy, and Rowdy Roddy Piper. Other than Andre the Giant, Rowdy Roddy Piper was pretty tough in the ring. He was always so sneaky, like all villains should be, but I still kind of liked him better than the other villains.

:)

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We’d have epic battles, where my participation on the ultimate wrestling team of Jake The Snake, Randy Macho Man Savage, Hulk Hogan and The British Bulldogs, was crucial. They couldn’t have done it without me.

I remember the WWF as being a big part of my childhood, just like Saturday morning cartoons. So when I heard of Rowdy Roddy Piper’s death, it was kind of sad, like a piece of childhood had gotten smaller because of his absence. Even though he was a “bad guy” in the wrestling world, with his sneaky eye pokes, it was sad to hear of that loss. His death reminded me of all those Royal Rumbles I had at my house and how fun it was to imagine winning the championship belt, or just getting the three count from the ref. It took me back to some childhood moments that made me really happy.

And so today I remember Rowdy Roddy Piper and the WWF days of the past. I thank him for the good memories.

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Through Blood, Sweat and Tears, There’s a Badass in Everyone

15 Oct

He won the NCAA Wrestling Championship … at 36-0 … with one leg. One. No prosthetic. No six-million dollar Colonel Steve Austin bionic apparatus. None. Just one leg.

Then he won an ESPY Award.

 

 

Dude.

Normally when I see stories like this they make me stop complaining about my life — my troubles. Guilt sets in. Stuff like, it could be worse, right? Although I doubt it.  But this story, this story didn’t do that. This story made me think … damn … that’s awesome. I should be doing some bad-ass stuff in life too.

Then I remembered … dude I woke up this morning. My kid kept me up from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. and I still managed to wake up at 7:30 a.m. when my other kid woke up ready for the day. Parenting is badass.

I remembered I built a Lego Fire Truck with my son — the fire truck with over 240 teeny, tiny pieces. Badass.

I remembered I can eat an entire Claim Jumper Chocolate Silk Pie all by myself. Badass.

I remembered that after working a 12-hour mom shift that leaves me desperately weary, worn out, and in need of Advil, I run two miles in the dark of night, and then I write an entry in my blog. Badass.

I remembered that even though I get writer rejections at least once a month and people strongly suggest why don’t I just pursue another avenue in life, I still stick to the writer dream. Badass.

I remembered … I survived The Warrior Dash and I’m doing my third triathlon this Sunday and even though I’ve been in the pool once and know the swim is going to kill me, I’m still going for my third race. Badass.

So even though I didn’t win the NCAA Wrestling Championship or an ESPY Award, this story reminds me  that there’s always a little badass in me — a little unconquerable spirit that tells me … don’t give up, that perseverance eventually pays off, that everyone has obstacles, that you are unstoppable when things seem insurmountable even if you don’t know it, that you are badass even if you’re sleep-deprived. A one-year old will do that to you.

“I don’t care what’s probable, through blood, sweat, and tears I am unstoppable.” — Anthony Robles

This inspiring story inspired the Guat.