ode to ric flair

i'm not going to say it, we all know it, i am not doing well at this blogging thing lately. today. walked with a friend and sophie. talked about where we have come from. sat in the sunshine. held my daughters hand. cried with my husband. shared ideas of holidays. today was a good day. let me break it down a bit... cried with my husband...so those of you who know my little scotty know how much he loves wrestling. if you don't know, let me share just a little. as a young boy when he would be grounded from watching tv, he would just happen to mention to his brother thayne that he thought wrestling may happen to be coming on soon...this all for the benefit of thayne of course. he would then have thayne position the glass doors of the tv cabinet in such a way so that the reflection of the tv could be seen in the glass and scott would sit on the stairs nearby or vacuum repeatedly in the same spot in order to watch the matches. in later years he married a young beautiful woman, and she, having not come from any understanding of wrestling, learned to put up with his wrestling figures, theme songs, cds, title belts, costumes and endless video collections. she soon begun to equate mondays with raw (a wrestling show), and marchs with wrestlemania. well, march is almost over and wrestlemania was sunday night. thayne came over and the boys went to metrotown to watch their favorite show on the BIG SCREEN! i find that wrestling is much like any kind of story, there is a plot, characters, good guys, bad guys, gross girls and a story line that is followed. anyway, as cheesy as it all is, a long time wrestler and fan favorite retired on sunday night in tears. he walked out to a standing ovation and fans crying out his name. i know all this because tonight they had a rerun and a thank you to the man. i want you right now to picture scott and i sitting on the couch watching this man say thank you to his fans, and his comrades. now pictures us in tears...especially me, and not just a few tears, my heart is starting to hurt a little, there is a lump in my throat, i feel as though i am there, like this is my friend, i know this guy...are you serious. there i am blubbering on the couch over a wrestler...dude. i need to not watch wrestling with scott any more. this is my story for today. good bye ric flair.