A lil off topic & I do apologize, maybe I've asked this before, maybe not, get'n old so forgive me if I have but, happened to be at an estate sale, saw an old Rasslin magizene & my mind wandered back to golden days of Township Rasslin. Does anyone (who'll admit to being a Rasslin fan) remember an elderly lady always front row at ringside, she'd swing an old (fake, by the way) rubber chicken at the heal rasslers? "Heal" BTW is Rasslin lingo for the designated bad guy.
My college buddies nicknamed her "Olive Oil" from Popeye cartoons, cuz she was spit'n image. Ole Olive Oil was a hoot, jumping up & down, running up to the ring shaking that rubber chicken shoot'n the middle finger at Ollie & Arn Anderson, Stan Hanson & all the "heels".
We'd always pull for the heals just to excite the crowd.
Oh Lawdy, never thought we'd live to see next morning one night when we pulled against Ole Dusty Rhoads!! Can't recall who he was Rasslin. Them ole folks came after us with a vengeance. One ole guy (which I am now) spit'n backer, huff'n & a puff'n not a tooth in his bald head say'n "I'm gonna whoop yur youngin arse, Mama ain't gonna recognize u "BOY"!!! Dude stood every bit of 5' 5" 110lbs, had RAGE, RAGE, I tell ya, in dem eyes! The 3 Columbia's finest working the match escorted him back to his chair. Dusty lost in case you're wondering & we escaped out the fire door.he,he,he!
My college buddies nicknamed her "Olive Oil" from Popeye cartoons, cuz she was spit'n image. Ole Olive Oil was a hoot, jumping up & down, running up to the ring shaking that rubber chicken shoot'n the middle finger at Ollie & Arn Anderson, Stan Hanson & all the "heels".
We'd always pull for the heals just to excite the crowd.
Oh Lawdy, never thought we'd live to see next morning one night when we pulled against Ole Dusty Rhoads!! Can't recall who he was Rasslin. Them ole folks came after us with a vengeance. One ole guy (which I am now) spit'n backer, huff'n & a puff'n not a tooth in his bald head say'n "I'm gonna whoop yur youngin arse, Mama ain't gonna recognize u "BOY"!!! Dude stood every bit of 5' 5" 110lbs, had RAGE, RAGE, I tell ya, in dem eyes! The 3 Columbia's finest working the match escorted him back to his chair. Dusty lost in case you're wondering & we escaped out the fire door.he,he,he!