The Motor City Machine Guns are back to revisit a favorite Halloween and discuss the nagging injuries of a life on the road.
Halloween just happened, and although the general perception of Halloween is that it is more of a holiday for the kids, I have always found it to be enjoyable even into my adult years.
Sure, I may have went trick-or-treating until I was well into my teen years but hey, it's Halloween. It's a holiday of disguises! And more so, it's a chance to obtain a mass amount of free candy. And even more so, once you grow too old to hide your age and size under a mask, it's a reason to get dressed up and party, which is what I've used the last several Halloweens for.
Coming up with a costume is a large part of the fun also. A couple years ago my Dad bought a zip-up muscle shirt, wig, borrowed a pair of my old wrestling shorts and even the wrestling boots that I wore in my first ever match and went as Chris Sabin.
Possibly the same year, I went as a piece of poop. No lie. All it really was was an all-brown tunic type piece that has a hood on it with long sleeves and was long enough to hide my legs. Needless to say, my attempts at picking up girls in downtown Ann Arbor that night were unsuccessful, and I may have even gone as far as doing the same for my buddy Adam (Drummer and musical genius from The High Crusade) by ruining his chances along with mine. It definitely wasn't on purpose, but I guess University of Michigan college student females just don't find a same aged dude who wasn't going to college and whose Halloween costume of choice that year was a piece of fecal matter attractive. Well, lemme say poop. I like that label way more.
This year I missed the first half of Halloween as I was flying home that morning from TNA shows in Missouri. I was too tired and worn out to do much, or put much thought into a costume, but you're are never too old to buy candy and stuff your face on Halloween. And that's what I did.
Still, I hope next year me and my buddies have the motivation to go as Dethklock. I have no problem growing a mustache just like Toki Wartooth.
I've wrestled 9 out of the past 10 days. It's not like they're short matches either; the average time is probably somewhere around 15 minutes a piece. It hurts. I'd like to think I keep myself in pretty good condition, but I've been falling on my back pretty consistently for the past 10 years. I can't believe it's been that long, but that's a blog for another time. So many people look at what we do and assume the ring is a lot more bouncy than it actually is. I know I did. Unfortunately, it's not necessarily the wrestling that kills you. It's the absolute lack of sleep. It's the fact we're cramped up in planes for two separate flights before spending five hours in a car within a 12-hour period. It's the lack of food on the road, it's the addition of tons of bruises and sprains and aches and pains.
Some days, I wonder what it'd be like to wake up totally, completely pain-free, but then I'd have to live with the emotional pain of never chasing a dream.
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