Saturday, February 24, 2007
I Have Odd Friends...
A short time ago, my gun-toting, Republican buddy Maxi-Brad called me. He's known as Maxi-Brad because I have two friends named Brad. the other one is called Mini- Brad. And, when we get together, things tend to get out of control, schemes tend to get created, and I generally like to think that humanity tends to tremble.
Anyway, Maxi-Brad called to tell me that Meatball the Midget Wrestler was wrestling tonight here at the local community center in town, and he wanted to know if I wanted to tag along.
Now, I'm not a big fan of wrestling, midget or otherwise. But, I have to admit, it's kind of hard passing up since here in my little hamlet, the exhibition that is wrestling is very silly. There's maybe fifty people standing around drinking in a room overwhelmed by an oversized ring. And, there can be no crazy suicidal leaps of doom from the top rope since the ceiling tends to get in the way. In fact, the last time Maxi-Brad and I went to one of these shows, the EMTs had to stop not one, but two, matches due to concussions on the noggins of a couple of over-zealous performers. In fact, I think the tin ceiling is pretty much undefeated at this point. And, it's got the dents to prove it.
The truly surreal thing about the wrestling (Gads! I can't believe I just uttered that) is the fact that several local police officers are also amateur wrestlers. So, imagine if you will, a world where people stand around watching cops and a midget named Meatball wrestle in a small room with a ceiling that's too low, and that's the world I live in.
And people wonder why I am so weird...