I have great respect for pro wrestlers. Ever since 2000, when
my older brother took me and others to a Monday Night RAW TV event, I’ve read
books, watched old tapes and absorbed as much information as I could on the
subject. We’re watching guys and gals perform daring feats of strength and
courage, tell a story with their body language and be charismatic enough to
connect with people; silent film acting is alive and well, people! I could
basically sum it up with “The Wrestler
got it right. All of it.” Seriously. Mad props to these performers.
Clowns, on the other hand...
No, I don’t dislike clowns - I’m just indifferent towards them.
Once, my parents took me to a circus. During the show, a clown came through the
crowd, to pick a kid to join him. When he came to me, I just shrugged, shook my
head and let out a half hearted “eh”. It wasn’t anything personal; clowns just
never connected with me. Sure, watching Bozo on TV was fun, but mostly to see
if one of those kids would eventually win the ball toss game.
