high-flying saturday morning nostalgia
So, last night I tagged along with the cub scouts on an outing to go see the local AA minor league baseball team, the Richmond Flying Squirrels, totally pound the Bowie Baysox into a pulp. It was a reasonably nice, if overcast evening out.
If you’re familiar at all with minor league baseball, you know that they’re shameless about promotions to get people into the park. It seems that one of Richmond’s ongoing themes this year is “Legends of Wrestling”.
So, who threw out the first pitch? Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka, the man that inspired millions of little boys in the 80s to leap fearlessly off of many a convenient couch, bookshelf, or porch railing.
I haven’t thought of professional wrestling in decades – it’s one of those things most people (except this guy, I guess) outgrow by the time they hit their teens. However, this guy’s presence made many a Saturday morning more interesting by his antics on television in my youth.
So, Did I manage to meet this legend of the squared circle? You bet I did, Mene Gene:
And you know what? It was pretty cool.
