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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; Dick 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: Dick 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
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Jimmy was my baby brother. He was killed by a drunk driver.

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#death#nostalgia#babies#golf#wrestling
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