to say I am over the moon right now...

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I grew up, late 60's and 70's , my heroes were professional wrestlers , namely Bobo Brazil, called the "Jackie Robinson" of pro wrestling, and he was the arch nemesis of the most evil wrestler in the world, at that time that man was on covers of EVERY wrestling magazine , and at that time there may have been 8 or 10 wrestling magazines on every news stand, every grocery store magazine rack, every month. That man was the wild man from Syria, threw fire from his fingertips at will, had a submission hold that opponents either submitted or they had their backs and / or necks broken. That man was the Sheik. Don't think of Iron Sheik from WWF , This man was the United heavyweight wrestling champion, UNTIL HIS DEATH! He was actually the promoter / owner of Big Time Wrestling and ran weekly or bi - weekly shows at Cobo arena in Detroit, drew more attendance than every other events combined . In actuality , he was an immigrant, he served twice for american military , first as his brother, and after his discharge he re- enlisted as himself. When a wrestling event happened in the south , with "Sheik" facing his main opponent , what became eventually a 40 year "grudge match" that southern arena had the crowd segregated so the blacks were fenced in upstairs while whites were in the best seats in the house, so what did the "wild man" from Syria do? He climbed into the stands and tore the fencing down and a riot ensued. Some reports stated Sheik was arrested but because he was "unable to speak English" and the case was dismissed, but there was no actual documents supporting that claim.
I had the EXTREME pleasure of meeting that man's wife, and I hate to mention his name , because he went by the name of Sheik, even beyond death, because even his obituary he was Sheik, his wife called him Sheik, his two sons called him Sheik, wrestlers that worked for him called him Sheik, his checks were Sheik, his grandchildren called him Sheik. My friend went to a pool party / barbecue at his house, maybe around 1990, this guy knew nothing of pro wrestling, he was just a friend of a friend, and that friend was amazed "You've never heard of Sheik? " He got a rude awakening when he got to the party. A wild man went chasing after the party goers , waving a huge sword, wearing a speedo on his very well tanned body, with the speedo emblazoned with a camel, and the party goers scrambled like they just saw some sort of wild creature. That man's real name was Edward Farhat and his impact on my life is indescribable and I hope this post conveys that. On my wall I have an autographed photo of Sheik and I became friends with Sheik's wife and sons, his wife thought Sheik would get better and said she would get my wife and I to their house to meet Sheik if he wasn't able to get to live shows, as they started a wrestling promotion, but Sheik passed. But his wife and youngest son became very good friends, then his wife passed, his youngest son passed at 57 I believe , kidney cancer and a few months later his oldest son , who was known pro fessionally as Captain Ed George passed a few months later. You may or may not know Sheiks nephew, who is possibly even more famous, a guy by the name of Sabu, who was known for extreme wrestling as in his jaw got broken in a match so he wrapped duct tape around his head to hold his mouth shut.
So in closing, to see Hulk Hogan , whom I don't really care for, give the best speech at the convention except for Donald's son aftrewards, I am literally "over the moon" I'm severe manic depressive, big surprise there, my highs are much higher than most people's and my lows can go so low I have the train schedule when it drives by about a mile from my home at 78 mph and there's been times I started walking there and it's almost like I hear a voice "don't do it" or I am able to call someone, who literally "saves my ass" by talking me out of it. I feel terrible about it, as I learned there are support groups for train engineers who have had people step in front of their train, and I don't want to be that person.
So this is my serious post, and I don't really like it. I want to just be a happy go lucky goofball, just trying to leave people saying "that guy is nuts" but in a good way, like old crazy Ozzy, not the goof that shot Trump or John Hinckley or who ever. Just a nut case wanting nothing but fun. End of rant.