Snagette's granddad was a rasslin' freak. It didn't matter what was happening. Didn't matter if his wife was having a heart attack, if it was time to head to the Houston County Farm Center for Southeast Championship Rasslin' on Saturday night...you best believe he was out the door. Ring side seats for a decade or two. (Warning: BIL story to follow) Every now and then, me and BIL would go out there with him. He loved for us to go. One night, the world champ, Nature Boy, Ric Flair, was jumping in the squared circle to defend his belt against Austin Idol. Me and BIL are standing in the aisle where the "bad guys" walk to and from the ring.
At one point in the match, Idol is tossing Flair around so Flair jumps out of the ring and acts like he's through. He's headed back to the locker room. He stops right beside us. BIL is right in front of me and hollers, "Get back in the ring you pussy."....and promptly sits down in a chair beside me. Flair turns around slowly and is face to face with Snags. He walks up to me and says, "I know you ain't talkin' to me, darlin'".
No sir, Mr. Flair. It was him.
I'da whipped his ass if he pushed it, though.