Jay, here.
Well, I think I’ve learned a lesson: don’t mention “Sea Bass” and not expect a response from “Sea Bass”.
Here’s Josh.
Wilcox Over The Top: Jack Youngblood, Ric Flair, & The Dead
By Josh Wilcox
DSN Contributor
While spending some relaxing time down in Phoenix, taking in all of the Super Bowl activities and the PGA, I was going to update you on the entire goings on down there. But it would have made no sense and I can not remember that much of it, anyway. Damn Budweiser family. I guess I had too much fun. Is that possible?
However, one morning I was lucky enough to accompany, more like taxi, my father and Jack Youngblood to a Gridiron Greats golf tournament. There I sat down and ate some breakfast with those two and Dick Butkus. Here I am sitting with three of the toughest people ever to play the game, and all I can do is sit back and realize that is why I played the game. Not very easy when your hung over by the way. All the stories they were telling, laughing about other players, and more. Those three guys are not only Hall of Fame football players, but guys you want on your side in life; they are Hall of Fame people. Someday some people will realize it is not about stats and contracts but about the relationships and memories.
Another reason there were no updates, was due to the fact my media credentials did not get to me on time. I worked diligently with Duck Sports News on getting media passes, but at the end of the day a Hooters napkin with DSN written in lipstick did not get me through the final gate. And I thought I was a journalist.
Last week there was an article about a smackdown at the U of O on DSN. Finally, I thought, a real journalistic website writing about a sport which does not get the credit it deserves (Frankly, my favorite sport behind football, and maybe beer pong.):Pro Wrestling!
I was duped; it was all about the current athletic department versus faculty debate. Crap! Got all excited for nothing. But then a 10 watt light bulb went off in my head and I decided to use my journalistic expertise and my past experiences to touch on the subject.
I have always been a fan of Pro Wrestling. Why? The athleticism, the story telling, the characters. It was cool. Those guys were bad, tough, and mean. They were beating the crap out of each other. Wrestling Superstars, Portland Wrestling, Saturday Night’s Main Events, and Jim Crockett on TBS. I can vividly remember going to friend’s houses to watch those, and staying up late trying to make sure I could see my heroes triumph.
These are examples of memories that just wont leave me no matter how many brain cells I have killed through out my life playing football: living in Amsterdam, New Orleans, San Diego, LA, going to a few Metallica concerts, a Grateful Dead show at Autzen, and attending the U of O. Going to the Lane County Fair Grounds and watching Buddy Rose vs. Billy Jack Haynes, driving to Portland to see the big Don Owen mega event when the Road Warriors beat the Russians, Nikita and Ivan Koloff in a cage match. Going to Fred Meyer and getting Pro Wrestling Illustrated, begging my parents to let me go to Wrestlemaina 2 closed circuit TV, the scaffold match between the Road Warriors and Midnight Express on TBS, Magnum TA and Baby Doll, the AWA on ESPN, and Ric Flair telling everyone “to be the man you have to beat the man”. And this is just the start.
In fact the night Rich Brooks made his home visit to our house when I was getting recruited, I was watching wrestling until he showed up. I found it on the old KEVU UHF channel from the Eugene area. Not bad with rabbit ears, tin foil, and no cable.
Check back tomorrow for Wilcox Over The Top: Part Deux.