Last night during an after dinner conversation with friends, someone brought up wrestling.
ohgoodgod...
Let me take you back in time...back - back - no, a little further. Back to the early 70's...Dayton, OH...Hara Arena.
Big Time Wrestling.
My Mom is a small Greek woman. At the time she was about as round as she was tall. A wonderful mother and wife.
And she loved - no - loves wrestling. In all it's glory.
She had reserved front row seats every two weeks.
The ones in the front row where the wrestlers came out to get in the ring. Those. In front of God and everyone.
And I had to take her.
She would cheer, the wrestlers would get her riled up so that she would then get the crowd all riled up. She would curse like a sailor (and you wondered where I got it...ha!).
One time, as Ben Justice was being carried out on a stretcher, this little 5'3" woman jumps up - dumps him off the stretcher onto the floor! He turns over, looks at her and smiles - and ran back to the freaking ring! The crowd went nuts! The producers were going beserk!
And she stood there smiling from ear to ear!
She actually had people ask her for her autograph. The wrestlers would come out and talk to her (us) when it was over.
And security walked us to our car.
It's not the same these days. Wrestling just isn't the same. But she would still love to go.
I just wonder who she would dump off a stretcher these days.
Ya gotta love her.
3 comments:
You have a wonderful mother. Mine wouldn't have gone near a wrestling match. I took my kids once but we didn't have front row seats. I still embarrassed them.
My mother loved boxing for some reason. but not big time wrestling.
Back in the mid 1980's I went to my one and only WWF match at ther Cincinnati gardens. Rowdy Roddy Piper was the main event (what ever happened to him I wonder?). And there in the front row were 4 little elderly women dressed to the nines and really into the carnage that was going on in the ring. Perhaps one was your mother.
that was somthing that really impressed me was the wide cross section of humanity that was at the event. Little old ladies to bums to men in suits to what would now be called Soccar moms to college students to little kids to rednecks-pretty much a sample of everything Cincinnati had to offer back than
i cant imagine my own mother loving wrestling. it's lovable, heartwarming, and hilarious at the same time.
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