Just for fun

Well, I have a few minutes to kill and instead of doing the dishes I am shamefully (shamelessly) getting caught in the web and searching for . . . .nothing really. Just playing, I guess. I ended up walking down memory lane. You see, growing up my 2 brothers, my dad, and I had one thing we all liked to do together- besides playing baseball. We watched WWF. A lot. Since the very very early 80's. I mean I can remember the Junk Yard Dog, Big Boss Man, Ricky the Dragon Steamboat, Brutus the Barber Beefcake, and Ric Flair as if they were part of my family. Our family. Our elbow throwing, knee on the ribs, rake to eye family. We pretended to wrestle just like the 'real wrestlers' did every week. Mom would roll her eyes. Then off I went to college and my wrestling watching died for a few years. Until Lindsey and I started holding wrestling parties with friends. My love for Shawn Michaels ignited once again. And then it died after Cory and I got married. Through our on and off relationship over the years (me and wrestling, not me and Cory) I always have held it dear in my heart. The thought of "I am a Real American" and "Helllloooo Ladies" always makes my heart flutter in sweet rememberance. And I realize that probably only a few of you know what I'm talking about and even more of you know now the deeper side of me, but I just had to get it off my chest. So in memoriam of the good old WWF watching days, please click on the link below.

http://www.wwe.com/content/media/video/superstars/hulk_hogan/entrance/hoganentrance?zone=videos_index