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Byron and I play The All Topics Open. Eighteen holes   Invariably draws nostalgic. Byron mentioned he went to the WWF in Detroit. I sliced into a childhood memory Of midgets at Cobo Hall: Cobo Hall, Saturday Night. Be there! Byron started pitching old wrestlers and holds: Leaping Larry Shane, great with the Anaconda Vice; Killer Kowalski vs. Bobo Brazil, pinned by the Crucifix and Abdominal Stretch; **** the Bruiser* tagging with The Sheik To defeat Gorgeous George and Crybaby McCarthy. Byron went on in detail, with tabernacle authority: “It was a Bear Hug that quickly swung in to a Quarter, then Half, then Full Nelson; Crybaby bounced off a knee, Was driven to the mat and pinned By a Front Sleeper.” (Jimmy's newborn picture faded in, and the pose he naturally struck baby arms cocked like a sideshow muscle man   Daddy quipped: **** the Bruiser*. I was Leaping Larry Shane. Daddy quipped: Larry the Stooge. I didn't see that move) Byron was intense. I could hear, but I was zoning. Crybaby and Front Sleeper dazed me. How time Venns. I was pinned today. I recognized the feeling. Tagged, then pinned by The inescapable Baby Nelson. You know the hold. On your back. Baby on chest, face down. Pinned.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
The Baby Nelson
Byron and I play The All Topics Open. Eighteen holes   Invariably draws nostalgic. Byron mentioned he went to the WWF in Detroit. I sliced into a childhood memory Of midgets at Cobo Hall: Cobo Hall, Saturday Night. Be there! Byron started pitching old wrestlers and holds: Leaping Larry Shane, great with the Anaconda Vice; Killer Kowalski vs. Bobo Brazil, pinned by the Crucifix and Abdominal Stretch; **** the Bruiser* tagging with The Sheik To defeat Gorgeous George and Crybaby McCarthy. Byron went on in detail, with tabernacle authority: “It was a Bear Hug that quickly swung in to a Quarter, then Half, then Full Nelson; Crybaby bounced off a knee, Was driven to the mat and pinned By a Front Sleeper.” (Jimmy's newborn picture faded in, and the pose he naturally struck baby arms cocked like a sideshow muscle man   Daddy quipped: **** the Bruiser*. I was Leaping Larry Shane. Daddy quipped: Larry the Stooge. I didn't see that move) Byron was intense. I could hear, but I was zoning. Crybaby and Front Sleeper dazed me. How time Venns. I was pinned today. I recognized the feeling. Tagged, then pinned by The inescapable Baby Nelson. You know the hold. On your back. Baby on chest, face down. Pinned.
Jimmy was my baby brother. He was killed by a drunk driver.
#death#nostalgia#babies#golf#wrestling
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
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