13 Again

As a lifelong fan of professional wrestling (more of a sideline fan now. I sort of keep up via the Internet but don't watch much anymore unless the kids turn it on) I had a nice surprise today.

I'd already met Sgt. Slaughter in the store a few years ago and today Don Kernodle came in and bought a recliner.

And even though he's in his 60's now and I'm 41 all of a sudden I was 13 again and visiting my Aunt in Virginia during the summer where I could watch all the guys from Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling that I read about in the magazines growing up in Oklahoma.

Just goes to show that even though we get older that little impressionable kid inside doesn't truly ever go away.