Told this one before but I don't care. My BIL stories are riveting no matter how many times you hear them. Went to the matches one night down here many years ago. My wife's grandad was a rasslin' junkie. Ringside seats at the Houston County Farm Center every Saturday night. He loved it if we would go with him so every now and then, we'd hop in and hit the matches. This particular night, Ric Flair was battling it out with Austin Idol.
Me and the BIL are standing in the aisle where the bad guys head to the ring. No barriers back then, they just walked between the seats. During the match, Flair jumps out of the ring and acts like he's done and headed back to the locker room. He stops right beside us and is hollering back at Idol and the ref. BIL tells Flair, "Get back in the ring you pussy." And quickly sits down. Flair turns around slowly and is face to face with me. He smiles and says, "I KNOW...you ain't talkin' to me, darlin'."
No sir, Mr. Flair. It was like..other people or something.