I haven't followed wrestling since the early 2000's. But I do have a story:
Once, when I was but a wee lad (13, 14) I was forced to go to a dinner at my dad's country club. Not that there was anything particularly odd about that. The same scenario played out several times in my early teens while I lived in Dalton, Georgia: I'd fight, I'd scream, I'd end up putting on a suit and hanging out with my dad's boring friends' boring kids anyway. Whatever.
Only this time, as I picked at my overpriced pasta, I glimpsed an odd character standing at the wet bar having conversation with a group of no doubt very important people of the carpet industry. He was huge, bald, and dressed kind of sloppily compared to everyone else, all of which made him stand out.
I decided at once that he must be someone awesome.
As the crowd around him began to thin out, I decided to approach and introduce myself. "Hi, I'm James," I said, offering my hand. The man had a huge grin on his face as he gave me the hardest handshake I think I've ever received.
"GOLDBERG," he growled his name, like some manner of overly gruff Pokémon.
Not recognizing the name, I squinted at him. "Goldberg.. Okay, is that your last name or something?" People around me were laughing. I'm sure my face was some comical shade of red. But he just sort of grinned and said in a more 'normal guy' kind of voice, "Yeah, call me Bill if ya want."
The ensuing conversation was pretty unremarkable. "So how old are you? Whaddya wanna do when you grow up?" That kind of thing. We filled our plates while we talked, shook hands again, and I rejoined my family while he went to the table of whoever he was a guest of that night.
I had no fucking clue who I'd just spent the past few minutes talking to until the next day at school when I asked my friends if they'd ever heard of a 'Bill Goldberg.' I felt ridiculous for being 'out of the loop,' but that's how I became a fan of Goldberg and followed his career to the end. What a world class dude.
Once, when I was but a wee lad (13, 14) I was forced to go to a dinner at my dad's country club. Not that there was anything particularly odd about that. The same scenario played out several times in my early teens while I lived in Dalton, Georgia: I'd fight, I'd scream, I'd end up putting on a suit and hanging out with my dad's boring friends' boring kids anyway. Whatever.
Only this time, as I picked at my overpriced pasta, I glimpsed an odd character standing at the wet bar having conversation with a group of no doubt very important people of the carpet industry. He was huge, bald, and dressed kind of sloppily compared to everyone else, all of which made him stand out.
I decided at once that he must be someone awesome.
As the crowd around him began to thin out, I decided to approach and introduce myself. "Hi, I'm James," I said, offering my hand. The man had a huge grin on his face as he gave me the hardest handshake I think I've ever received.
"GOLDBERG," he growled his name, like some manner of overly gruff Pokémon.
Not recognizing the name, I squinted at him. "Goldberg.. Okay, is that your last name or something?" People around me were laughing. I'm sure my face was some comical shade of red. But he just sort of grinned and said in a more 'normal guy' kind of voice, "Yeah, call me Bill if ya want."
The ensuing conversation was pretty unremarkable. "So how old are you? Whaddya wanna do when you grow up?" That kind of thing. We filled our plates while we talked, shook hands again, and I rejoined my family while he went to the table of whoever he was a guest of that night.
I had no fucking clue who I'd just spent the past few minutes talking to until the next day at school when I asked my friends if they'd ever heard of a 'Bill Goldberg.' I felt ridiculous for being 'out of the loop,' but that's how I became a fan of Goldberg and followed his career to the end. What a world class dude.
Yvelont Navarre
Parn Paparn
IC Blog for Yvelont: http://never-your-pawn.tumblr.com
OOC Blog: http://navarre-again.tumblr.com
Parn Paparn
IC Blog for Yvelont: http://never-your-pawn.tumblr.com
OOC Blog: http://navarre-again.tumblr.com
