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Donovan Dijak taught me how to run the ropes tonight. Life is pretty weird.
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Have a giant bruise on the right side of your back today?
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Actually, no -- which is weird! I am definitely sore from it at the bottom of my lats and a bit on my hip, but no bruising which was weird because the other new guy had a nasty bruise showing at the end of practice. I took to the ropes a lot quicker than he did, but standing up straight in a collar and elbow gave me a bit of trouble. It is so trained into me to try and get a wider stance so I can drive my hips from a low point for a throw or to take a leg in that situation that it will take some time for me to mentally retrain that instinct.
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So I am uh, starting pro-wrestling school today.
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What he really means is that he's on a new TV show where he's in the same class at school as Hulk Hogan, The Iron Sheik, Bob Backlund, Who, Hacksaw Jim Duggan and Nathan Jones.
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@9 to 5 --The New England Academy of Pro-Wrestling which used to be Killer Kowalski's.
I've always really wanted to get into a ring. As you might have guessed from the fact that I've been posting on a wrestling board for over ten years, I love pro-wrestling. When I was a kid, winter in Maine was my favorite time because my brother Dean and I could use the deep snow to powerbomb each other and hit superplexes off our post and beam fences without fear of serious injury. We set up our dad's old VHS tape recorder on a tripod in 4 feet of snow and had some of the worst matches in history. In our heads though, we were on our way to being our generations Steiners or Hardys -- the great brother and brother tag team, brother.
We had big designs on getting into wrestling while we were in college but life threw us some curve balls. Long time posters will know that during our last couple of years of school our kid sister got cancer which lead to Dean joining the army and me dropping out of college to get a job and help pay for her chemo. When she finally pulled through and Dean got out of the army and we started talking about wrestling again, my brother Dean unexpectedly passed away.
That really fucked with me. Most of my hard drinking stories and travelling happened in the years that followed and my body took a bit of beating as a result. I kind of came unmoored and while I was doing well professionally I let myself go quite a bit and closed off emotionally. Then a funny thing happened. April 6th, 2014. Wrestlemania 30. I didn't realize it until the event was over, but it had taken place exactly 4 years to the day that Dean died. I was overwhelmed with a lot of feelings -- mostly one of guilt. While I had done well for myself professionally, and traveled far and wide trying to live a big enough life for the both of us, I had ballooned up in weight and spent most of my time day dreaming about what could have been. All those, feelings of "will I look back and wonder what could have been" came creeping in and I felt like I was letting both Deano and myself down.
In a lot of ways, that was the moment that set me on the path to today. I set a goal to drop from 240lbs to 180lbs and hit it. Then started working on my wind and building my mass back up to the 200lbs I sit at today. All the while, somewhere in the back of my head, even though I never said it out loud or shared it with anyone, making myself and Dean a promise that if I could get to 200lbs at 15% body fat that I'd at least get in a ring and see if I could make a go of it. For the first time in my life, my body is in the condition to give this a respectable shot and I am free of any obligations that would prevent me from giving this a try. I have two months off before my next job and enough of a bonus from my last campaign win to be able to make the two hour commute to attend every class they offer for the next two months.
Now, I have no illusions. My experience with sports in college and with fitness have taught me the importance of being realistic and setting incremental goals. From night one, I am probably the oldest member of the class. From here, just showing up for every class and keeping up is success. If I never wrestle a match -- so be it. But I am going to soak in the experience over the next two months and make the most of it.-
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You might not know me, but I tend to be overly respectful of those here that I consider to be my betters (for a lack of proper terminology.) and as such I've held you in some regard for basically being the Tom Waits of EWB.
Now, you may not wish to discuss it here, and you may have already opened a "GRIFT'S Adventures in Wrestling That Make Skummy's Adventures Sad They Can't Be That Adventurous." thread that I've neglected to notice.
But I have to admit a serious interest in finding out how things go for you, sir. I do hope updates occur.
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My mom invited me out to lunch today. What she neglected to mention was that the lunch was with twenty other women who were here for an all Christian conference called Women of the Word. She also introduced me as being unsaved and asked them all to pray for me.
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Lunch with 20 women is lunch with 20 women. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
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It was tremendously awkward. I ended up posting pictures and documenting the whole mad experience on facebook as it happened. Should have known something was a foot when she asked me to meet her at Olive Garden.
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It is fucking snowing again. We are entering, "Nan's scary story to Bran in GOT" levels of winter here.
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Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord, when the White Walkers move through the woods... Thousands of years ago, there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their...
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He picked up a still-smoldering cigarette and took a quick drag. "Woomp," he said softly. "For there it is."
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Sooooo... I got stabbed last night.
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A quiet night for a change then Grift?
Seriously, glad you are alright and your lass is too.
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Dude needs to write an autobiography. Glad you're well.
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holy shit, dude. Glad you're okay.
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Anyone have any suggestions of good things to do in Minneapolis? I am here for one more night and things seem to be tipping towards strip club by default.
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I wound up shooting some pool before stumbling upon Target Field where Paul McCartney was having a concert. It was neat, they served beer just outside the field and you could hear the show perfectly.
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Seriously, how the fuck does GRIFT have such a cool life? Even by accident cool shit happens to him.
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GRIFT is the most interesting man on EWB.
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Not digging the new trend in The Ring where people reword the same two points of argument so we get 3 pages of derivative gruel to wade through... wait... maybe that isn't so new after all.
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That's Nathe spelled backwards, Mike!
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Who's been to jail?
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@Sham It's on the first page of the October TNA News thread.
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Because I only really check my work email I totally missed it, but I was the featured writer on Everydaypoets.com on May 10th. Neato.
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If Memphis treats me anything like Nashville did, I reckon a blood transfusion might be in order.
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Grifter's US tour continues! Boston, done. New York, done. DC, here I come!
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Bunk on all of that. I am hitting Philly with a vengeance.
And as much as I like Cali I am an East Coast boy through and through.
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I'm on the West side of PA so it's all farms and cold and shit. Philly is alright though.
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But you've decided to avoid Miami like the plague... Southeast is still the East Coast!
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About a week away from my 3 month long road trip across the Vast Amerikan Wastes!
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Yes.
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We've been debating whether or not to add it to our trip. I have an ex who tramps it up at the Dixie Roadhouse these days and is beckoning for us to cut that far south.
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Tramp? You don't say. I think I've heard of this "tramp." Is her name Tramp?
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If this is real, this guy is my new hero: http://youtu.be/0wv_2efHvx4
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I hate the bizarre lack of internal communication at the outfit I am working for right now. I just had a forty minute conversation with someone the essentially recapped a briefing I gave AN ENTIRE group of people at 11am. If this person needed this information, why weren't they invited to the meeting? I'll be excited to be done with this contract in December.
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I think Booker T "forgetting" John Morrison's name and calling him "That Parkour Guy" is actually Book getting in a jab for Morrison not knowing who he was back when he tried out for the first season of Tough Enough.
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I really hope none of you thought I was actually serious.
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GRIFTER, forever srs.
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If you're not serious, then I don't ever want to be right.
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Today I learned that when I was born, I was roughly the 4,944,483,094th person alive on this planet, and that I am, again roughly, the 79,815,588,257th person to ever be alive-- but I am pretty sure I am the first person to always carry an old Nintendo controller with me so that when death finally arrives I can counter with the Contra cheat code.
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Would have been a lot different if Ziggy had played banjo, jamming good with Beard and Willie, and the Snyders from Nashville.