(12-11-2015, 10:04 PM)TheLastCandle Wrote: 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.
That's amazing. Reminds me of something I forgot to talk about, which is a sinful thing to not mention.
I go with a bunch of friends to a sports bar every Thursday night close to downtown Birmingham. We'd show up at around 7 and fuck around till about 9. So I'm about to walk in, I lock my car and everything, and I noticed a crippled guy walking out of the place, but very slowly. He had what seemed to be his girlfriend next to her.
I was like "Oh, I better help him."
So I get to the door quickly to open it up, and this guy is slowly coming towards me on his crutches. I thought his face looked a little familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. There was just something about his face that I have seen before. And when he got close enough, I figured it out.
Oh shit, this is Seth Rollins, and he's coming right towards me.
I drew a complete blank because I wasn't sure if it was actually him or not (because NO ONE comes down here) so I looked over at his girlfriend (Who is her own wrestler herself) with kind of a still face. I probably looked strange. Seth had a beanie on and underarmor long sleeves so it was really hard to notice it was him unless you got close.
So I finally stand to the side, and help him out. He turns to me and says "Thank you." With his signature voice.That when I knew it was 100% him.
I was like "You're welcome, buddy." But in my mind I was like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking what the fuck?!?!?
So I turn on my smartphone in the sports bar and figured out that he had surgery the day before on his knee at UAB hospital which is my old college. SO IT WAS HIM. AND ZARA.
The worst thing ever was the fact that I had to hide my excitement because no one else there was a wrestling fan.
But my god, I helped Seth Rollins leave the restaurant lol.