Monday, June 29, 2020

Picture Story





Camping, fishing, nature, being around a warm fire in the darkness of the night.  I had been looking forward to this trip since Julie first suggested it to us back in February.   Her & her boyfriend Tommy had recently purchased a Mobile home & they were eager to show it off.  Iris & I took the tour & couldn't believe the size of it. It was about the size of our apartment & the cost of a small house.  

"You have to have a CDL to operate this thing?" I asked Tommy 

"Yep." He said back to me. "Had to study up & take a test."  

"You and Iris ought to come up to the Lake with us." Julie said to me. 

I looked at Iris. She didn't have to answer. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was all for it.  

"You mean Superior?"  

"No.  Much smaller lake.  Tommy & I usually go a few times a year." 

"When are you thinking?" 

"This spring. As soon as it's warm enough."  

I took a look at the little area that I figured would be ours.  A small mattress facing a television in a little living room area right off the kitchen.  I pictured Iris & I cuddling in the peacefulness of the country, far away from the many sounds that made up our city block.  

I found myself talking to Tommy a lot about the trip.  He asked me what I knew about fishing & I told him that my grandpa had taken me a few times when I was a kid.  It was something I enjoyed but after he passed away, never got back into.  Tommy said that we'd fish from a boat, something I've never done but looked very forward to. 

"Ever hunted?" He asked one day while showing me his gun. 

"No." I said back to him. "I have no real desire to.  Nothing against it.  I'd be more than happy to go out with you, but I don't think I could pull the trigger." 

I wasn't 100% positive that I could even watch Tommy kill a squirrel or a deer or whatever he planned to shoot, but I knew for a fact that I couldn't do it myself.  

"Well, we don't have to do it." He said as he put the gun back in its case. "We can just stick to fishing." 

I liked Tommy, he had a way of reading people.  I think he knew that I didn't want to watch him shoot anything, but I wanted to remain open to the views of others.   It was Julie that was Iris's friend, but the more I got to know Tommy the more interesting I found him.  I looked forward to getting to know him on this trip. 

Curiosity got the best of me as I found myself on the internet one day.  In Minnesota "The Lake" can literally refer to 10,000 different places.  When Julie said the one we were going to was a little less than two hours northwest, I decided to look it up.  It was near an itty bitty town named Orr.  A population less than three hundred people, but a personality I'd find out in reading of its history every bit as big as Duluth's.  

It took long enough.  April was far colder than it should have been & it took May all of 25 days to warm up to a respectable temperature but Iris had good news for me when I arrived home.  

"Tommy & Julie want to go out this weekend."  She said to me. "They're picking us up at four tomorrow & we'll get home late Sunday night."  

I sat up in the front with Tommy the whole way up there as Iris & Julie sat in the back.   I didn't think much of it when Tommy said something that I'd later find out would change the entire course of the trip.  In fact, I simply said, "oh, ok" not giving it another thought. 

"We have some other people that might be camping beside us." He said. "Friends of Julie's."   

My thought was "cool."  I enjoyed getting to know new people.  I switched the subject back to fishing as Tommy told me the finer details of cleaning and cooking fish. 

We pulled into our site & as we got out, Tommy asked me if I'd got out into the woods to collect firewood.   

I didn't think much of it & began to walk towards the wooded area. 

"Watch for bears." He said with a smile.  

I was from northeastern Missouri.  We didn't have bears there.  I knew bears & Minnesota were a thing, but not something I had worry about much in Duluth.  

"I have wood in here." He laughed as he opened up a compartment on the side of the mobile home. "Here help me carry this." 

"You don't think Bears will come up to the campsite do you?" I asked him as we laid the wood down in pile. 

"Na." He said to me as he pointed to an area full of trees. "As long as you don't go up into their you should be fine.  This area is too populated with people.  I wouldn't worry about it." 

And with that he motioned me to follow him as he suggested that we take a ride around the lake in a boat. 

"You know there was a time when I could swim from one end to the other without taking a break."  

"Seriously?" I questioned. 

"Oh Yeah." He said as he took a look around. "I was on the swim team in high school. Never fast enough to get my name on any walls or in any books, but I built up serious stamina.  I could go on forever." 

"Think you still could?" 

"Ha! I'd be lucky if I made it a fourth of the way. I'd drown." 

The further we got away from the land, the more I began to inspect my life jacket.  It was good and tight. 

"You do any sports in school?" He asked as we began to circle back. 

"uh." I thought for a minute on whether to be honest or not. "Yeah, sorta." 

Tommy laughed not sure what to make of my statement.  "What do you mean sorta?" 

"Bowling" I said it quick & barely loud enough for him to hear.   I guess it was unfair of me to anticipate his response.  At my high school the Bowling team was laughed at.  The football players, the wrestlers, the basketball players, Hell even the track team made fun of us.  They were the "real" athletes.  We didn't have a swim team, but I'm sure if we would have they would have given us shit too.   

"Were you any good?" He asked. 

"Decent." I said to him. "Good enough to earn a bronze medal at the conference meet my junior & senior seasons.  Captain of the team." 

"Hey that ain't bad."  

I wondered if his sincerity would have been as genuine had he known that I was the only senior on a co-ed team of seven kids. Three of them female, two of them in Special Ed, & the foreign exchange student named Emalai who rode home on the wrong team bus after the conference tournament.  

As we headed back to dock the boat, I thought of how in both my junior & senior years, no one had given a shit that I had placed third at the conference tournament.  Every time the football team won a game we'd hold a pep rally, the town would throw a parade & it'd be front page news. My mom had to drive to Hannibal to get a copy of the bowling results from conference.  Our paper "forgot" to mention them.  I guess I am featured on one third of a page in the year book we had to share with the Chess & debate teams.  You need to put your glasses on to see it but about an inch tall by an inch wide is a photograph of me standing in the third place slot.  Better than my junior year, it wasn't even mentioned.  All the other sports got at least a full page.  Some even got two.  Basketball three.  Football four.  

I was lost in my own world thinking of the past when suddenly it be came my present. 

"Dilly!!" 

I looked up & there he was.  Walt Gould.  Captain of the football team, the basketball team & the track team.  The star athlete of our school.  I had heard that he had gotten a scholarship to a small school where he continued to excel in all three sports.  I never bothered to find out where. 

"You two know each other." I starred at Walt as Tommy asked me the question.  It shocked Iris, Julie & the other woman sitting there as much as it did him. 

"Yeah." I said ready to call the little over an hour I had spent here a weekend & head back home.  

Instead I just sat there as Walt Gould continued to call me Dilly & brag about all of the accomplishments he had made during his life. 

It didn't take long for Iris to get annoyed by Walt's arrogance as she kept it polite but stern, "His name is Bert.  He goes by Bert now." 

"DIL-Bert."  Walt may have been able to take a football across a goal line & put a ball into a basket, but his comedic skills left much to be desired.   Nevertheless I put my hand on Iris's leg & gently tapped it to let her know it wasn't worth the effort.  Walt Gould loved to push people's buttons & ten years prior when he was a senior & I was a freshman we tried playing the "My name isn't Dilly, it's Bert" game.  Held down by the head with one arm & having my underwear yanked up my rectum with the other, gave that fight a W in win/loss record of Walt Gould. 

To tell the truth as we sat their by the fire it didn't bother me to hear him brag about himself. He had gone to Carleton College in Northfield. All conference in football three years straight.  All American in Basketball & a NCAA Division III champion in track.  He had been named the MIAC (Minnesota Intercollegiate Athletic Conference) athlete of the year.   He let us know all about it.   He had dated & eventually married the hottest girl on campus & now the two of them were raising two strapping young lads destined for the same athletic prowess, while he coached basketball at Rainey River Community college in International Falls. 

It's when he started taking shots at me that I began get irritated. Not enough to do anything about it, but enough to let it bother me. 

"What are you up to these days Dilly?"  

Iris, Julie, Tommy & Walt's wife whose name I still had yet to learn sat looking at me in anticipation of my answer.  I think Tommy wanted me to grab one of the logs in the fire & smack it straight across Walt's face.  Julie's eyes were a mixture of guilt & regret.  I wanted to say to her that I wasn't angry with her.  There's no way she could have known that her friend's husband had been a former tormentor of mine.  Iris...I wasn't able to look at Iris.  I thought maybe she might be ashamed of me not standing up for myself.  Walt's wife? I couldn't tell.  She was either embarrassed by her husband's braggadocios demeanor or she was turned on by it. 

"I work in Duluth" I said hoping to leave it at that. 

"What do you do there?  Work at a bowling ally?"   

Boy didn't Walt think that was a good one as he cracked open a can of beer & laughed a way. Before I could tell him that I worked for the Tribune selling advertisements, he continued to make guesses. 

"Waitress at the bowling ally?" He continued to laugh. "Serving up them cokes and chips to the mighty bowlers of Duluth?" 

He stopped laughing at his own joke long enough to see that none of the rest of us got the joke.  He took another sip of his beer as he felt a need to explain. 

"You see here Tommy." He said. "Oh Dilly here was captain of the bowling team in high school." 

Walt expected Tommy to scoff at me the way he did, but he didn't. 

"I know." Tommy said much to Walt's dissatisfaction. "He said he earned All conference honors twice."  

Walt raised his eyebrows in confusion as he turned his attention to me. "You won conference bowling?" 

"No." I said to him. "took third." 

He scoffed again. 

"How many teams were in your conference?" Tommy asked.  

"Twelve" I answered. 

"Top three out of twelve two years in a row?" He asked. "I find that pretty impressive." 

I forgot to mention to him that only nine of the twelve schools in our conference sponsored bowling but he didn't know that & luckily for me, neither did Walt. 

Walt had looked for a companion, a fellow bully to ridicule me into feeling bad about myself that I wasn't the star athlete that he was, nor did I have the exciting job of coaching junior college basketball.  I could tell it pissed him off that Tommy wasn't here to join in on his fun. 

"You an athlete?" Walt asked as he threw an empty beer can into the fire. 

"Swimmer." 

Walt thought a moment.  Figured to himself it wasn't football or basketball but it was still better than bowling.  

"Looks like I'm the only real athlete here." He grabbed another can of beer. "A man among..." 

He hesitated as he looked at Tommy & I.  

"A man among, a man. Himself" 

That's when Tommy had enough. 

"If you were that good of an athlete why didn't you go Division I?"  

Walt stood up as Tommy remained seated. 

"Carleton is Division III ain't it?"  Tommy looked right at Walt never taking his eyes off of him. "Don't the best go DI?" 

Walt clenched the can of beer so tight in his hand that it splattered up and onto his face. 

"I could've gone DI if I wanted to!" 

He reached down & grabbed his wife underneath the arm as he yanked her up & started walking towards their car. He said something to her but I couldn't make it out. 

"No we're not leaving." She said to him. "You've had too many tonight & I'm not driving."  

"It's only 40 minutes." He yelled. 

"Yeah, not tonight." 

She sat back down as he remained standing. 

"I could beat you at anything at any time." He said as he pointed his index finger at Tommy. 

Perhaps the "right thing to do" would have been to have bowed and to let a near drunk man have the satisfaction of believing he was better than you & more importantly believing that you believed it too.  

Tommy pointed at the lake. 

"Tomorrow morning." He said as he looked back at Walt. "Me & you.  We'll have Bert go out in the boat. When you can't swim anymore & you're too tired. It's over.  Last man in the water wins." 

"You're on." 

Walt went back to his camper, parked right beside Tommy's.  He walked up the stairs, opened up the front door & slammed it as he went in. 

His wife gave Tommy a dirty look & then turned her attention toward's Julie as the look worsened.  She soon followed Walt into their camper, slammed door and all. 

"I suppose she probably wanted me to just say that I know I couldn't beat him at anything."  Tommy said to break the silence. 

"Screw what she wants." Iris was the next to speak.   

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Julie asked him. "You're not in the same kind of shape you used to be in." 

"Neither is he."  

With that the subject changed as we roasted marshmallows & talked about more pleasant things. Then we went to bed. 

That night I went to bed uneasy about what the morning would hold.  If Walt won, that'd probably be the best case scenario. It'd be a day & night filled with him boasting about himself & reminding Tommy of how foolish he was to have ever thought that he a mere mortal could beat a God like him in any physical contest.   

The idea of Tommy winning actually scared me.  A guy like Walt was anything but gracious & if Tommy defeated him, it might drive him crazy.  Maybe even to the point of violence.  I fell in and out of sleep, dreaming each time.  One dream was Walt pulling a knife.  The next was a gun.  Then the last was him figuring out a way to push Tommy's mobile home into the lake will all of us trapped inside.  Humorous as it may sound, knowing Walt as I did from years prior, even that didn't seem unrealistic. 

I woke in the morning before everyone else.  I laid in bed for a while as I watched Irish sleep. She has a funny way of sleeping that makes it easy to tell that she's actually asleep & not just lying their with her eyes closed.  She tilts her head back with her chin pointed towards the air as she makes faint "caw" noises like a bird.  I thought about waking her up & seeing if we couldn't quietly sneak away.  My intuition sensed that someone bad was going to happen & I didn't want to be a part of it.   Yet I also knew that it wouldn't be right of be to leave Tommy alone to deal with Walt.  It wasn't the first situation in my life where damned was the only option I had. 

Tommy came into the kitchen already wearing a pair of swimming trunks.  My hope that maybe he'd try & talk Walt out of this ego measuring contest was quickly laid to rest.  He sat down on the floor & began doing stretches. 

"Ate some garlic about a half hour ago." He said to me. "Supposedly helps with conditioning." 

"Heard eating pears can have a similar effect." I said to him. "You really think you can out last Walt today? He was a national champion in track." 

"He was a sprinter." Tommy wasn't phased by Walt's credentials. "Those guys never go long distances.  Besides, swimming is a whole new ball game." 

It wasn't long after that Julie & Iris were up, as the four of us sat & ate breakfast.  Tommy of course having nothing but a small glass of energy drink. 

When we walked outside Walt was standing their in nothing but his pair of trunks. 

"Was wondering if you were ever gonna come out." He said as his wife soon appeared from behind his camper. "Thought as long as it took you to get out here, you might be forfeiting." 

"You ready?" Tommy asked as he took off his shirt. "Cause I am." 

Along with Iris & Julie, I went and took Tommy's boat about 25 feet from the dock.   My job was to keep the boat within 10 feet or so of the two of them as they raced.  Walt's wife decided to watch from the shore. 

"Back & forth as many times as you can." Tommy explained to Walt. "No stopping for breathers. You reach the other side, you immediately turn around & come back." 

"Yeah, yeah." Walt said as he got in position to dive in. "Try and keep up." 

"There's a gun in the cockpit" Tommy yelled at me. "Count to twenty or so & then fire it." 

As I looked into the cockpit, I noticed an emergency tube. One of those that will inflate upon pulling a string.  It stuck out to me as if I were meant to see it & I'd find out soon why. I grabbed the flare gun, counted to 10 and fired it. 

Tommy & Walt dove into the water & began to swim near us.  When they got within 15 feet, I put the throttle on as low as it would go.  Iris & Julie cheered Tommy as Walt's wife screamed at him from the shore. 

It was all going well until suddenly Walt let out a yelp of pain.  He stopped in the middle of his stroke as he let out another yelp. 

"Ah!" He yelled.   

It was clear to me that he was suffering a cramp as I yelled out to him. 

"Walt you all right?" 

Focused on his own swimming Tommy heard me yell & turned around to look at Walt.  As he did, Walt disappeared under the water. 

"Oh shit!" I yelled as I put the boat into full throttle & turned around to head towards the spot where I thought Walt went under. Tommy took off on a dead sprint back to the same position. 

Iris & Julie began to panic as Walt's wife screamed frantically from the shore for us to do something.   

I watched the water as Tommy dove down & came back up in a panic.  He too was running out of energy & I knew he wasn't going to be able to dive down many more times. 

"Jesus." I thought to myself. "I wanted the son of a bitch to be humiliated in a loss today. I didn't want him to die." 

Without thought I opened up the cockpit, grabbed the inflatable and dove into the water.  I couldn't see a thing as I headed towards the bottom. I had no idea how far down it was or if I'd run out of air before I even got there.  I couldn't see a thing as I held on tight to the inflatable with my left hand & felt around with my right. 

I thought to myself this might be it for me.  This action might be the last I ever took in my life.  Here I was trying to save the life of a guy who had done nothing but make my life Hell every chance he got.  He picked on me and bullied me when I was in high school, & last night had had been a complete jerk to me.  If the circumstances were reversed, I couldn't help but think he wouldn't have done the same for me. 

That's when I felt what I felt was his torso.  I began to rap the cord around my body as tightly as I could as I grabbed Walt's body in a bearhug & began to frantically search for the pull cord.  Time was running out as I felt all over but couldn't feel for it.  Had it taken me another 15 seconds I don't think I would've found it.  My chance or by miracle, I pulled on the cord and up we went. 

I have no idea how Tommy & the women got the two of us onto the boat.  I have no idea how long it took Iris doing CPR on Walt to get him to start breathing again or if CPR had even been done on me.  I had passed out on our way up & the next thing I remember was being wheeled on a gurney in a hospital in International Falls. 

It didn't take long for me to recover.   Iris beside me the whole time.  Tommy & Julie came & went a few times. Mostly to grab me drinks & food I was craving.  I inquired about Walt as Tommy informed me he was a few rooms down recovering.  Doctors thought there was a chance that he might have brain damage from being deprived of Oxygen for as long as he was.  

When I had the energy I took the slow walk to his room to see if he was awake.  He wasn't as his wife sat looking at him.  She didn't even notice me until I had been standing their a few minutes.  She wasn't sure what to say to me as she slowly walked up to me & gave me a hug.  

"Thank you."  It was faint & it was the only thing that was said. 

I went back to my room as Iris lay "Cawing" in a chair that I knew was far too uncomfortable to ever fall asleep in.  That's how exhausted she was.  

 I sat in the bed & thought about life.  Everything that I had done up to that point. All that might happen to me in the future.  And how less than two days before, it all could have came to an end. 

The door began to open.  Figuring it was Tommy I said, "You get me those wings I asked for?" 

A small child came into the room.  He wasn't probably five years old at the most. 

"Are you lost bud?" I asked him as he stared at me. 

He looked nervous as he chewed on his thumb.  He never took his eyes off of me. 

"Are you looking for your mom & your dad?" I asked him

He still didn't say anything as he starred. 

"Are you the hero?" 

His question caught me off guard as a woman walked in. 

"Cody!" She said, "There you are."   

She looked up at me, "I'm so sorry.  He knows better than to do this." 

They were gone before I could process a response as Iris began to wake.  

"A kid came in and asked if I was a hero."  I told her. 

"The doctors must be talking about what you did." She said back to me. "And you are." 

We left the hospital the next morning as I sat in the passenger seat next to Tommy as we headed down the road to Duluth. 

"Looky here." He said to me as he handed me a paper 

I unfolded it to read Local Sports Legend Survives Death Scare 

The article was all about Walt.  His accomplishments in high school, his accomplishments at Carleton & his accomplishments as the head coach of the Rainy River Community College Men's basketball team.  His wife's name, "Beth" printed nice and neat. The rest of us were referred to as, "acquaintances."  

I shook my head and laughed as I laid down the paper.  


"Hey if you never get to do another important thing in you life." Tommy said to me. "At least you had the privilege of saving the life of a legend."  

The two of us laughed as I looked off into the clouds. I wondered do we have purpose? Do we have meaning?  If we do, what was mine?  Why was I put on this earth?  Maybe it really was to save the life of Walt Gould.  Should I feel guilty for hoping there's more to it than that? 









Sunday, June 28, 2020

EARN Your moments: A guide to creating captivating & lasting scenes in your writing.

We've read them in books & we've seen them in television & film.  Those pivotal moments designed to create a response, usually sorrow or anger, within the audience.  You ever notice how sometimes when those moments happen you are over come with emotion.  You clinch your fist, you slam it on the chair, you grit your teeth & your heart beats a little faster.  Or perhaps the moment is sad & you cry.  We've all read & seen these moments.  We've also read a moment in a book or watched it in a film that was meant to create this emotion within us but it didn't.  Why is that?  Why is it that we can read a scene in one book that has us unabashedly bawling our eyes out & then read the exact same scene in another book & it doesn't phase us in the slightest? Why? 

The key as a creative writer is to realize that the moment in itself is NOT what creates the response.  The character failing or the character dying is not what makes you cry.  It's the buildup to the moment that makes you cry.  

If you have doubts as to what I say do me a favor.  I want you to go on youtube.com & type in something like, "Saddest movie scenes"  or "Heartbreaking movie scenes" or something of the sort.   Watch two or three of those montages of various scenes from film & television. You'll begin to notice something.  In the films & television shows that you are familiar with, that you have seen, you'll have a stronger response.  To those you haven't seen, your response won't be as strong.   It isn't necessarily because the moments that you're familiar with are done any better than the ones you're unfamiliar with.  It isn't because the scenes are weaker.  It's because of the buildup.  You know what happened in the book, film or television show prior to the moment.  

So it begs the question, how does one earn a moment?  How does one make sure that when the moment comes in their novel or screenplay , that they're going to get the response from their audience that they intend?  

I'll illustrate through example. 

TURNER & HOOCH  a film from 1989 about a cop who develops a friendship with a dog who witnessed a murder.  (If you haven't seen it, sorry.  Maybe we can discuss another film that you have seen.) 

At the end of the film, after being shot, Hooch dies on the operating table at the Veterinarian's office & we're all left shedding enough tears to fill the Atlantic.  Why is it that Hooch's death has such an effect on us?  Why are we as distraught as Turner is?  Why? Because the moment was EARNED.  

Here's how....

Throughout the film a bond is created between Turner & Hooch, that has us as the audience in turn bond with the characters as well.  We sense their comradery & love for one another.   That in itself helps to create the response, but it doesn't do so alone. 

Three times throughout the film Hooch saves Turner's life. 

Turner goes to the hotel looking for Zach Gregory & Gregory sneaks up behind him putting a gun to his head.  Gregory has Turner drive him & quick on his feet Turner rams the car into a barricade, sending Gregory flying out through the windshield.  When Turner goes to get him Gregory goes to grab his gun & shoot Turner.  Right before he is able to, Hooch bites his arm saving Turner from getting shot. 

Then in the warehouse, Boyett sneaks up behind Turner & is about to shoot him when Hooch distracts Boyett (getting shot himself in the process).  This gives Turner an opportunity to react, shooting Boyett. 

Lastly, as Hooch is lying on the floor dying, Howard is about to shoot Turner, when with the last bit of energy he has left Hooch bites Howard on the leg.  Turner is then able to overpower Howard & kill him. 

Three occasions where if it hadn't been for Hooch, Turner would have been killed. 

That's why in the veterinarian's office we empathize with Turner's pain. It's why we hurt as badly as he does.  We know that Hooch saved his life three times throughout the film & he was unable to save him in return.  

Our tears were earned in that moment.  

So as you write, remember that for your most dramatic scenes.  Earn those moments!  

Sunday, June 21, 2020

My Top 10 Undertaker Memories

Now I was watching professional wrestling around the time that Mark Calaway was in WCW as "Mean" Mark Callous but I honestly don't remember him at that time.  While I watched WWE religiously, back in the late 80's & early 90's, WCW was more sparingly.   It wasn't until he came to the WWE & became the Undertaker that I got to know the man that soon became known as "The Phenom."  

I have many favorite memories of the Undertaker & it isn't easy narrowing it down to ten.  It isn't easy to then take those ten & put them into chronological order.  It's such a long illustrious career full of an assortment of highlights.  Thirty years & while it wasn't all gold, it was never anything less than silver.  

I'll start off with a couple of honorable mentions before I get into my top ten. 

Honorable Mention 
Match Vs Papa Shango 

This is a match that could've & in my opinion should've developed into a huge feud. Papa Shango was such a neat, eerie character that could have easily have been used as the evil to offset the good that was the Undertaker. Speaking in terms of religion I always thought of the Undertaker as the Holy Ghost of the World Wrestling Federation.  Hulk Hogan was God, The Ultimate Warrior was Jesus and Taker was the mysterious, mystical holy spirit.  Papa Shango could have easily have came off as the Devil.  Yet neither Charles Wright who played Shango nor Pat Patterson who did most of the booking cared for the character.  So instead we got a one off throw away match on television as Papa Shango soon lost all of his luster becoming enhancement talent and Undertaker went on to bigger and better things. 

I have to tell you that years later when Undertaker began feuding with Kama (Another character that Wright portrayed) it outright ticked me off.  Kama was such a lame, forgettable character.  Laughable compared to Papa Shango. Always hated those series of matches were against Kama & not against Shango. 

Honorable Mention 
The Creatures of the Night 

God I loved Paul Bearer & I'm tickled pink that he gets all of the recognition and love that he does from both the fans & those that worked with him in the business, but I hate how few remember the Undertaker's Creatures of the Night.  I have no idea who these people are or whatever became of them, but I friggin' loved them. I thought they were so cool.  I remember going to a show in Des Moines, Iowa at Veteran's auditorium & wanting to go up to them so bad.  I got within about twenty feet of them & I tell you what they stayed in character the entire time.  People yelled at them and tried to break them all night but they never did.  I'm not sure why this idea was abandoned as quickly as it was.  Perhaps because no one else thought it freakin' ruled the way I did.  


Without further adieu.....my top 10! 

#10 
Vs Jake "The Snake" Roberts Wrestlemania 8 

I can't necessarily say I understood the Undertaker's face turn but I can say that I accepted it with welcome arms. It puzzled me as to why he suddenly went from being Jake Roberts ally to being his enemy.  All I could figure is that when Jake went to hit Elizabeth with a chair & Undertaker prevented him from doing so, that it simply meant this emotionless character dead to the world had principles.  He stood up for women.  Good enough for me. 

I can't say the match itself was a 5 out of 5 star, but the build up to it & the aftermath of it is what made it great.  I was always sad that Warrior took off the way he did & we didn't get to see Warrior & Jake go at it, but in a way I'm glad because it led to Taker's face turn.  I don't know if anyone else could have helped Taker's credibility as a good guy more than Roberts did. He was such a sinister, callous individual that anyone who ended his reign of terror was going to be instantly loved by the fans.  

#9
Vs Diesel Wrestlemania 12

I liked everything about this match.  It had great build up and excellent psychology.  Diesel was this arrogant, cocky, fearless bully who acted like nothing could phase him.  When the feud first began, he played it off nonchalant & cool.  A lot of people give Kevin Nash a lot of crap for not being that talented but here he did a great job of slowly transitioning his fear.  Each little thing the Undertaker would do slowly began to creep underneath his skin.  He began to get more and more paranoid until it was clear that the Undertaker scared him.  When Paul Bearer wheeled out the casket & it had a wax model of Diesel laying inside of it, Diesel's reaction was perfect.  The match at WM 12 was again not a 5 out of 5, but still very solid. 

#8 
Feud Vs Giant Gonzalez 

Slap yourself a few times if you need to.  Go get a glass of water and pour it over the top of your head. No, you are not dreaming & no I am not joking.  You are seriously seeing me put his feud with Giant Gonzalez on this list.  What gets me is that whenever anyone mentions Undertaker & Giant Gonzalez they always refer to their match at Wrestlemania IX & how awful it was.  Yes, it was awful!  As Ole Anderson would say, "It was the shits."   But it wasn't the only match they had!  They had another match at Summerslam 1993 & that match was good! That match was fun!  Again it wasn't a 5 out of 5.  Hell it wasn't even as good as Taker vs Roberts or Taker vs Diesel, but what it was, was a match that built upon the Undertaker's legacy.  That cemented him as the hero that WWE needed during that time.  Bret Hart was the working class hero that related to the more mature audience but WWE still needed that comic book character to fill the void that Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior left.  Undertaker filled it. 

#7 
Undertaker Vs Fake Undertaker Summerslam 1994 

This was a fun, unique and very clever way to end Undertaker's feud with the Million Dollar Man's corporation. The long build up to the match & how the WWE kept fans interested in the Undertaker while he was healing up from injuries.  I loved the late Leslie Neilsen's involvement as the detective looking for him & the vignettes involving Paul Bearer.   I have to hand it to "Prime-Time" Brian Lee for pulling it off & learning Undertaker's mannerisms & maneuvers as well as he did.  It was a Hell of a task to try and pull it off & he does't get anywhere near the credit he deserves for as good of a job as he did. I know when I first saw this match, I noticed the good undertaker wore purple & the evil undertaker wore grey.   It gave me an idea for a storyline I would have loved to have booked.  Undertaker battling duality.  An inner struggle with good & evil. To where he comes out and his left side is decked in purple and his right side with grey.  Within his matches he switches back & forth between the two personalities.  It's up to Paul Bearer to help him make sure that the Purple side wins.  

#6
Vs Shawn Michaels at Wrestlemania 25 

First off, My God, what a match! WHAT A MATCH!  5 out of 5 stars? How about 6 out of 5 stars? Hell 10 out of 5 stars.  These guys put on one of the best matches in the last 15 years I've ever seen at a Wrestlemania.  They went out of their way to show the wrestling world why they deserve to be called two of the best entertainers of all time. 

With that said, it was rewarding to see Undertaker finally get a win over that little selfish pip squeak.  They had so many matches & all of them seemed to end with either Shawn winning or some sort of absolute bullshit shenanigans.  Getting Shawn to do anyone a favor back in the day was like pulling teeth on a Nile Crocodile.  He just wouldn't do it.  So when Taker caught him in that moonsault & then drilled his head into the mat with the tombstone piledriver you better believe I marked the F out. I stood up out of my chair, pumped my fist in the air & counted that one, two, three. 
#5
Undertaker's Debut Survivor Series 1990 

You gotta remember, I was a little kid when this happened.  Scared, impressionable, Hell I still believed in Santa Claus & used to wonder which of the bunnies I saw out in the yard left the chocolate eggs.  When Undertaker's music blared & he came down to the ring, he had my undivided attention.  I was outright scared for Dusty Rhodes, Bret Hart, Jim Neidhart & Ko Ko B Ware.  This guy looked like something out of one of the horror film previews that would sometimes advertise on the TV.  It was extremely effective. 

Looking back now, I think WWE is lucky that no one laughed at Brother Love tagging along in the background.  That could have easily backfired, yet Undertaker had such a presence and did such a good job of keeping the focus on himself that you didn't even realize Brother Love was there.  A part of me hates how Dusty Rhodes was completely buried here but I now understand why it was vital to have Taker go over someone as established & monumental as "The American Dream."   

#4
Feud vs Mankind (In Particularly King of the Ring 1998  Hell in a Cell) 

The feud between Undertaker and Mankind seemed to be never ending.  As if the two were going to have matches until the Earth finally got close enough to the sun & exploded in a ball of flames.  Even though the two seemed to have 100 matches over a period of time that seemed endless, they never became stale or boring.  They stayed fresh & updated with new ideas consistently being thrown into the mix.  

What I loved most about the feud is that Undertaker had gotten to a point to where he seemed unchallenged.  As if no one could get to his level & suddenly this deranged freak came out of nowhere & posed a serious threat.   Taker did a great job of getting Mankind over, while at the same time never completely burying himself.  It was a great chemistry of checks and balances where the two teeter tottered to keep one another strong. 

Their Hell in the Cell match was nothing short of epic.  I hate that Mick Foley felt that he had to do something so dangerous to please us as fans, but despite the life risk that it was, I cannot help but look back on it in absolute awe.   That match is talked about over twenty years after in happened and it'll still be celebrated twenty years from today. 

#3 
Vs Kane Wrestlemania 14 

I was really, really into the Kane character.  Matter of fact I was in the audience in Des Moines, Iowa the night Paul Bearer first began talking about Kane.  From his Debut up until this match, I thought he was one of the best heels I've ever seen.  Later, I thought he was a great face.  I loved him up until the mask came off.  

To be honest I thought this was where Undertaker's Wrestlemania win streak would come to an end. Looking back now, I wish it would have.  I still get sick to my stomach when I think of Brock Lesnar being the man who defeated Undertaker.  I keep on hoping someday I'll wake up to find out that was nothing more than an horrendous dream.  Until then, I have to chalk it up as my LEAST favorite Undertaker moment. 

As to Kane, I was shocked that not only did Undertaker defeat Kane, but he defeated him clean.   I think it helped to propel him to new heights, although I don't feel WWE capitalized upon it as well as they could have.  Kane up to this point had defeated both Vader and Mankind, so he was looking unstoppable.  Loved the match and loved the feud, but still feel a bit more could have been done. 
# 2 
Undertaker's Matches with Bret Hart

I love Undertaker's matches with Bret Hart. I absolutely adore them.  What technical masterpieces full of great psychology, chemistry and action.  At first when it was announced Taker & Hart would go at it, I couldn't picture the match in my head.  Taker up to that point at been pretty one dimensional in the ring & I wondered how that style would work against the mat expertise of Bret Hart.  Boy did these two show me! 

This was when I thought Undertaker got to show the world what separates him from the Hogans and the Warriors.  He's not just a great character full of great charisma. The man can work!! The man can wrestle! And I don't know if he displayed his in ring abilities better with anyone than he did with Bret Hart.  These two put on a 5 out of 5 match every time they got into the ring.  Maybe Taker's best match was with Shawn Michaels at WM 25, but not every match he had with Shawn Dean Douglas would grade an A.  Give every match with Bret an A+ 


#2
Undertaker wins WWE Title for Second Time vs Sid at Wrestlemania 13 

There's only one thing I hate about this match.  The fact that WWE always made Bret Hart look like such a pansy Vs Sid.  I hated that, especially here.  He went out and essentially beat the shit out of the toughest son of a bitch in the WWE, Stone Cold Steve Austin & then later in the night, gets thrown around like a rag doll by Sid.  I know this blog is about Taker, but that still leaves a sour taste in my mouth. 

It's no so much the match with Sid as it is seeing Taker get his moment that he had more than earned.  Yes, I know that he had a short title reign vs Hogan but that didn't showcase the caliber of champion that Undertaker was.  Here against Sid it did.  It was long awaited & of all WWE title wins perhaps the most deserved of any.  It was very rewarding seeing him get the belt that night. 


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It's hard to believe that it lasted as long as it did. It's hard to believe that it went by as quickly as it did.  It's hard to believe that I was a little kid when I first saw Taker on my television screen and now with gray hairs in my goatee I'm only a few short years away from forty.  Undertaker was one of the absolute best in more ways than one.  I hope that he has many years left on this earth & I hope he enjoys them in peace.  L.I.P. dead man, L.I.P.  





















Friday, June 12, 2020

Why Sonny King & Rufus R Jones are overlooked as being the first Black Champions

The history of professional wrestling is a long and illustrious one full of an assortment of happenings and stories.  It's no secret to anyone that follows what is known today as "sports entertainment" that while blacks have been involved pretty much since the beginning, they have been both underappreciated & underutilized.  

If you really want to examine the origins of where blacks were first give the opportunity to shine look no further than the World Wrestling Associates (WWA) based out of  Los Angeles. It was there in the height of the American Civil Rights movement in 1963, shortly before Martin Luther King Jr gave his famous "I have a Dream" speech, Bearcat Wright became the first black champion.   The WWA would crown two more black champions in Bobo Brazil in 1966 & Art Thomas who won his title a month before any black man would see gold in any other professional wrestling organization in April of 1972.   

Truth is though that the WWA out of Los Angeles is not, was not & never will be seen in the same light as is the WWE or the NWA/WCW.  In fact with exception to the diehard fans, most think of the World Wrestling Association out of Indianapolis when one mentions the WWA.  Some even think of the current Lucha-Libre company out of Mexico.  Most aren't familiar with WWA in Hollywood or the pioneering effects that the company had in paving the road for future black superstars. 

Therefore it is understood and it is recognized that when mentioning "the first" as subjective & disputed as it may be, that WWE & NWA is where it is at. 


Ron Simmons who won the NWA title in 1992 at the Great American Bash with a stunning upset over Vader, is often looked at and celebrated as the first world's black champion.   WWE wouldn't crown their's until the Rock won his first title in 1998. 

Yet in both NWA and WWE, blacks wore gold around their waists long before this & to me this is where things get very interesting. 


As to the WWE tag team championship, ironically enough when talking about blacks and being the first, it is the Rock's father, Rocky Johnson, along with Tony Atlas, who often gets the nod.  Known as Soul Patrol, the two won their first WWE tag team title on November 15th, 1983.  This is often seen as and treated as the first blacks to ever hold gold in the WWE.  Truth is, a black held a WWE tag team title over 10 years before.  Along with Chief Jay Strongbow, Sonny King was crowned WWE tag team champion on May 22nd, 1972. 

Shitloads Of Wrestling — Chief Jay Strongbow and Sonny King [1972]...
Left - Chief Jay Strongbow
Right - Sonny King 

Yet King is never mentioned in discussions of WWE's first black champions.  In fact his name is never mentioned at all.  WWE puts out videos recognizing and celebrating some of the best black wrestlers, and neither a photograph or a mention comes up for Sonny King.  I think it is a fair question as to why.  

I think it is also as fair to ask why Rufus R Jones isn't equally recognized as the NWA's first black gold holder.  Along with partner Wahoo McDaniel, he was crowned tag team champion on January 27th, 1976.  

Abandoned: The History of the WCW World Tag Team Championship, Pt ...
Left - Wahoo McDaniel
Right - Rufus R Jones 

Beloved by many & the father of the legendary Dr. of Style, Reverend Slick, it is as sad as it is maddening that Jones doesn't get the recognition and celebration that he deserves.  


Both of these men helped to break a color barrier in the two biggest wrestling organizations the world has ever known.  Yes there were a handful of Asian as well as Mexican/Latino/Hispanic & Native Americans that also held the titles (McDaniel being one of them, Strongbow was actually of Italian descent) but for the most part professional wrestling at the biggest stage was predominately white.  King and Jones set the precedent.  They were before Ron Simmons. They were before The Rock.  They were even before Rocky Johnson and Tony Atlas.  

I think it's about time they were recognized as such.  


Friday, June 5, 2020

D.R. in the O.C. (Parody of Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress - The Hollies)

Now that you are in my town
you need to believe just like I
not doing so is a bad sin
you don't, you'll go to Hell when you die
In my beliefs you need to confide
you need to realize everyone else is wrong
All other beliefs we will ban
cause we're right and everyone else is wrong
To any other beliefs we'll close your eyes
It's our way, no compromise
People not like us, God loves them a lot less
we're the only ones saved from the fall
We're close to perfect, but we still have to confess
Only meant Dutch Reformist, when I said, "God loves us All." 
Only our interpretation of a fable
another perception? won't have any of that
don't even think about being a malloy
You assimilate and conform and that's that.
other views cause dissention
We tolerate absolute none
only our way to look at the Bible
43,000 denominations, ours is the one!!!

Well the DA was pumping my left hand
And a-she was a-holding my right
Well I told her don't get scared
'Cause you're gonna be spared
I've gotta be forgivin' if I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9 beautiful tall
Yeah, with just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all
Had it all

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Complete the Story: 17 of 198

The soldiers were tense, waiting for something to happen - like it was a matter of when, not if. For our part, we did out best to steer clear of them, avoiding the main square, where a group of protesters stood with their signs, shouting their disapproval of what was about to happen.  We came to watch. Not in support, not in opposition. Perhaps that makes us worse.  To those on the left a miscarriage of justice was about to unfold. To those on the right, the head that was about to roll, symbolized a society where capital punishment ensued order.  We weren't there because we wanted to see someone receive comeuppance. We weren't there taking a stance of disapproval.  We were there because we wanted to see the guillotine in action.  We were a group of teenagers studying abroad from a country where such a practice of public execution was antiquated by even our great grandparents. History, we read about it in America.  Here & now, we were experiencing it. 

At first I thought the soldiers were there to make sure that the process carried through without interruption. As if their may be a threat that one of the protesters may try & save the woman about to be executed.  Yet the longer we stood their, the longer I realized that wasn't likely to happen.  No one on the left seemed eager to approach the louisette.  While you could sense their passion & outright feel their anger, you could also tell they accepted the fate.  The real reason the soldiers were there was to prevent a physical confrontation between the supporters & the protesters. 

I was only 19 at the time.  Sarah had convinced me to spend my second semester of sophomore year overseas. Then she convinced me to get drunk on what she referred to as the only real wine we'd ever have in our lives. My excuse in the States was always one of legalities. I can't say she respected my obedience of American law, but she at least allowed me to follow it.  Here, once the glass was poured, the only place she'd allow it to go was down my gullet.  

"If you're going to write about life." She said to me. "Then you're going to experience it." 

And in essence that's how we ended up downtown, with about three hundred other people at the execution of a woman named Blaise Dubois.  

I had no idea who Dubois was.  Neither did Sarah.  Neither did Emily or Kristine.  The only reason we even knew her name at all was because of it was plastered all over the signs of the protesters.  Some always allow their politics to prerequisite their reaction.  I suppose overall I disfavor the death penalty but I felt without exposition I had no right to tell anyone, regardless of where they stood, how to feel.  Sarah a staunch liberal had no quarrel with telling anyone how she felt.  She'd have burnt all the nooses, short circuited all the chairs, melted all the bullets & broken all the needles had you let her. In her eyes no one deserved to die at the hands of another.  To be punished, most certainly but never by death.  Emily on the other hand supported the death penalty but I don't know if it had as much to do with her political background as it did her religious.  To some I guess, they're one in the same. She supported Nixon & she supported Ford.  She voted against Carter.  To Emily no punishment on earth could ever compare to that of which God could hand out.  Rapists, murderers, pedophiles, Hell was their only suitable destination & it was only Biblical of us to use the death penalty to help send them there.  A proper Calvinistic upbringing I guess.  

If it wasn't for the fact that Sarah and Emily enjoyed debate so much, I doubt they'd be acquaintances.  I have never understood guys that like to bloody one another's faces for the fun of it in a competitive event like boxing.  Two grown men with stand their and exchange punches, causing one another all sorts of pain & head trauma. Then the bell will sound, they'll embrace one another & tell each other how much they respect one another.  A few months later, they'll do it again. 

I think Sarah & Emily sometimes felt like hitting one another, but they had more fun tearing each other apart verbally during debate.  The two met in Speech class where they often went head to head on all of the issues.  Friends, I dare not call the two.  It was more like each itched for a confrontation on a daily basis.  Both out to challenge & change the views of others, neither out to challenge or change their own.  I knew a day would come when both realized that they were and they wouldn't get anywhere with one another.  It took a lot longer than I thought it would but I suppose there comes a day for everyone when you no longer want to argue.  Had either opened up their ears as often as they opened up their mouths, they might have each learned something. I guess they were always too busy teaching to have ever done that.  

Kristine, I didn't know how she felt about all of this.  If anything, I think she was just scared.  The two groups yelled obscenities at one another & they kept inching closer together.  We were far enough away to where it wasn't likely we were going to get caught up in anything if physical violence did break out, but I could understand her concern.  I had taken foreign language since high school, so I understood a few of the words being exchanged, but not all of them.  The four letter ones aren't usually taught in 101 classes. 

A hooded man appeared as two other men grabbed Blaise Dubois by each arm and led her up the stairs.  She was terrified as would be anyone, yet she walked on her own effort. She did not have to be dragged.  I hated that I knew nothing of her or why she had been sentenced to death by the guillotine. I hated it even more that it was so important to me.  I couldn't feel sorry for someone that I felt deserved what they had coming to them.  Then as I am today, I'm more in favor of life imprisonment, but I'm not going to feel the same about an innocent person being executed as I am a guilty one.  At that, my feelings were going to very on a variety of variables.  What had she done? Why had she done it? I couldn't assign myself to any emotion.  

Dubois' head was placed.  A man came in front of the crowd & asked for silence.  Both sides, the soldiers and us compiled.  A woman came holding a scroll.  She unfolded it and began to read it.  I made out more words than I did during the yelling I had heard moments prior, but I still didn't understand all of it.  As she read, Dubois began to sob, & that's when it happened. 

A man on the right began to laugh. He had yelled profanities & made hand gestures towards the protesters for the last thirty minutes, but it was his mocking laugh that lit the fuse.  A man on the left screamed at him & began to run after him.  Everyone began shouting as Sarah yelled at the three of us to go.  

We took off in the opposite direction as I stopped for a moment to turn & look back at the guillotine.  At that moment the blade began to come down.  I turned my head before it made contact with Dubois' throat.  I never turned to look back again as I kept walking towards where we were staying at.  

When we got back, we talked about our feelings on the subject of execution, but not about the actual execution itself.  To this day I have no idea what the other three saw. If they saw as much as me, more than me or less than me.  Sarah said she saw in the paper a few days later that no one was seriously hurt, although a few punches and kicks had been thrown. Even fewer had landed. 

A few nights later we were back to experiencing the culture through wine & theatre. We continued to study & two weeks later we were on a plane back to the States.  

I transferred colleges the next semester & I never saw any of them again.  I heard Sarah got into making documentaries but did a lot of behind the camera work in which she was never credited.  Emily got involved in politics & now lives in Mississippi.   I don't know what became of Kristine.  

It's been almost 50 years since that night & I still don't know who Blaise Dubois was or why she was executed.  It'd be nothing more than a couple hours research but I've never been able to bring myself to do it.  I don't know why but it's something I've always felt more comfortable not knowing.  I worked as an investigative reporter from the time I graduated until two years ago when I retired.  It didn't matter what it was. When I sought out to find out the answer, I did.  No matter how difficult it got, I always found a way to find out.  I think I kept my spunk and my spirit alive by never satisfying my curiosity by looking up Dubois.  Now that I'm retired, I suppose maybe now is as good of a time as is any. Been thinking that for the past two years.  Still haven't looked it up.