Memories, experiences and musings of a writer who wrestles with life, with its sublime passions and its strange and ferocious obsessions.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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Anonymous
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At Chuck's house, obviously. New boots? I found a pair of wrestling shoes while on the road that were perfect -- except that it wasn't a pair. They'd evidently sold one and couldn't find the mate to the one that fit me like a glove! So frustrating! So I'm still barefoot...
The house is Chuck's; so are the boots. He bought them, I think, sometime between the first time we wrestled in a Baltimore hotel room and the first time we wrestled at his house. He got them from eBay, and if I'm not mistaken they were advertised there as formerly worn by Bobo Brazil! I like to wear them!
2 comments:
At Chuck's house, obviously. New boots? I found a pair of wrestling shoes while on the road that were perfect -- except that it wasn't a pair. They'd evidently sold one and couldn't find the mate to the one that fit me like a glove! So frustrating! So I'm still barefoot...
The house is Chuck's; so are the boots. He bought them, I think, sometime between the first time we wrestled in a Baltimore hotel room and the first time we wrestled at his house. He got them from eBay, and if I'm not mistaken they were advertised there as formerly worn by Bobo Brazil! I like to wear them!
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