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Since 2005, and over 800 entries, the orginal purpose of this BLOG has never changed. I consider it to be a personal letter from me to my extended family of fans, supporters, and friends. I ALWAYS encourage your emails, comments, suggestions, and questions. Be Blessed! ~Percy

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Terri Schiavo RIP

1963 - 2005
May Her Soul, And The Souls Of All Of The
Faithfully Departed Rest In Peace.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

HazMat Accident Has Area In An Uproar...

Traffic is backed up for miles as Interstate 10 has been closed in both directions through the Mobile area.

Early this morning, a tanker truck carrying the chemical epichlorohydrin turned over just off Interstate 10 in West Mobile. Evacuation orders were issued for areas in a radius of the accident site. The Alabama Department of Transportation expects the chemical clean-up to take about 12 hours.

The overturned tanker was carrying about 5,000 gallons of epichlorohydrin, a chemical used in making plastics, solvents and various other synthetic materials. Epichlorohydrin is a colorless liquid with an irritating, chloroform-like odor. Exposure can cause nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, respiratory distress, cough, cyanosis, inflammation in the eyes and lungs, and painful irritation and sensitization of the skin.

I added this photo especially for "Plowboy" Kurt, and you others that were recently in the area for The GCWR. Traffic is bumper to bumper along US Hwy.90 (Government Blvd.) in West Mobile, just off Interstate 10. The blue dot on the right side of the photo is The Red Roof Inn where many of The GCWR guests stayed last month. The red dot in the upper middle of the pic is the neighborhood where I grew up, and where my parents still reside today. My parents home is about 1/2 mile from the accident site.

Our church day care center where granddaughter Grace goes was also evacuated. So we have her company for the remainder of the day. She's napping right now. Bless her heart. Other than that, it's another fine day along The Gulf Coast. Temperatures are closing in on 80, as I type.

Have a good one!

Monday, March 28, 2005


WRESTLEMANIA 21 logo and advertisement is the exclusive
property of World Wrestling Entertainment.

Needless to say, because of Paul Bearer's return with The Undertaker last year at WRESTLEMANIA XX in Madison Square Gardens, I have been bombarded with emails and interview requests regarding this year's event in Los Angeles. I am contracted to World Wrestling Entertainment, and I DO NOT answer questions, nor entertain any type of interview without the company's permission. Notwithstanding the fact that Internet fans wouldn't believe what I had to say anyway, because I denied my return last year right up until I uttered Paul Bearer's famous "Ohhhhhh.....Yeeeeeeeeessss," as I walked down the aisle. Keeping that in mind, I will not say if I will be in Los Angeles this coming weekend or not. Only the shadows know, and they ain't talking.

I will say that I am excited about another WRESTLEMANIA. It doesn't matter if I am there live in L.A., or sitting in front of my home television with the Pay-Per-View, watching along with the rest of the world. You must remember that my first WM was in Los Angeles too. That was WM-7, on March 24, 1991, at The LA Sports Arena. The Undertaker faced Jimmy Snuka that memorable evening. It blows my mind that here we are at WM-21, and that this will be the 14th WRESTLEMANIA that I have been associated with the finest sports entertainment company in history.

I sincerely hope you folks had a blessed Easter weekend. I thank you for all of the kind wishes and prayers. It's another beautiful day along The Gulf Coast. I even took my ipod earphones off my fat head this morning as I went for my walk, so I could enjoy the sounds of the birds under the cool baby blue Alabama sky.

I told you last week that I was having some computer problems. It could have been a major disaster, if it wasn't for the help of my brother. He's the computer wiz of the family. I've been amazed that many of my family and close personal friends read my BLOG often. They say they enjoy it, and that they are surprised at how much of my personal life I share with you folks here. In my mind, it's ALWAYS been about the fans. If it wasn't for wrestling fans, I would have never been blessed to live my dreams. I've always been a wrestling fan myself, and I will die a wrestling fan. My BLOG is a personal letter to my supporters. The rest of you are just reading someone else's mail.

God Bless.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Holy Week

Each year Christians set aside one week to celebrate the saving mysteries of Jesus Christ's Passion, Death, and Resurrection. The mystery is not complete without the remembrance of Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter. I ask that you join my Christian Family beginning tomorrow, Holy Thursday, for prayer, reflection, and worship.

I also would like you to know that I am encountering some possible computer problems. If you notice a lack of posts here, or a delay in my replies to your emails; that is the reason. Hopefully, things will be worked out quickly.

Take care my friends, and God Bless you and yours during this Holy Week.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Rain... Amazing Grace... and more...

We have some awfully bad weather moving through the Gulf Coast today. A tornado warning has been up for most of the day. It seems spring has really sprung around here. I did manage to get my walk in between showers this morning. I had a couple of close calls dodging the storm clouds. I don't mind getting wet, but I was worried about my ipod and cell phone. All hell broke loose as I got about 5 houses away from my home. Fortunately, today was garbage day, and the wind blew the top of my garbage can down the street. I never knew what a great umbrella a garbage can lid can make.

We have granddaughter Grace with us today. She is almost back to 100%, and she will probably go back to day care starting tomorrow. The older she gets the more fun we have with her. She will be 8-months this Saturday. She's truly our "Amazing Grace."

It's time to renew my Texas Funeral Directors' and Embalmers licenses again. I've been busy finishing up some continuing education requirements this week. Every two years I consider letting them lapse, but you never know what the future holds in store. Then on the other hand, I have such a huge investment in my education, I would be crazy to let them go, even if I never work in the mortuary business in Texas again. I have been licensed in Texas since 1982. I also hold licenses in Mississippi.

Of course, we all know it's tax time too. I have my annual confession with my accountant on Thursday. For almost 14-years now, the WWE giveth and The U.S. Treasury taketh away. But don't get the wrong idea, I count my blessings EVERY day.

We are also closing in on The Cauliflower Alley Banquet and Reunion in Las Vegas, April 14th through 16th. I am still looking forward to making the trip this year. I just hope their TV advertising holds true, "What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas." Heehee....

Have a fine day, my friends!

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Some Brief Weekend Notes...

I was able to snag some great seats this morning to The Kenny Chesney-Gretchen Wilson-Uncle Kracker concert, for April 28th at The Mississippi Coast Coliseum in Biloxi. I am told that it virtually sold out in less than 30-minutes, and there are only a few scattered "nose bleed" tickets available as I type.

Dianna and I enjoyed The Doug Stone concert last evening. It was in a local country music establishment. Stone went on at 10pm, we arrived at 8pm, well... needless to say Jack Daniels had some kind words for me. However, I feel great this morning, as I just returned from my daily 2-mile trek. I've pretty much weaned myself off the treadmill, it was causing the old knees and back to ache a bit. Now I stride through the neighborhood, or a local park nearby. Just over a year ago, I couldn't walk into the yard to get the newspaper without "blowing up." Thank You Jesus.

Speaking of thanking The Good Lord. My Sister and Granddaughter are both out of the hospital. Once again, I appreciate all of the kind emails and prayers from you folks. We all know that prayer does indeed work.

I plan on attending a local indy event this evening, in the small community of Bayou La Batre, just south of Mobile. These guys just began a few months ago, and they are really busting their behinds to do it right. I wish them the best.

Tomorrow afternoon sees WWE-SMACKDOWN in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. It's only an hour and a half drive, so I may wander over and say "HOWDY" to my SMACKDOWN friends, as I just visited with my RAW Family last week.

I wish you all a fine weekend!
Take care and God Bless.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Following Your Dreams...

Many know my thoughts about the Wrestling Internet these days. There are only 2 or 3 message boards that I respect and visit now and then, and I rarely post there. On the other hand, there are only 2 or 3 Wrestling Internet news sites that I also frequent. I came across the following article today at, www.1wrestling.com

Taylor McKnight's message really hit home with me, as he is speaking of the same dream that I had over 30-years ago. For those of you that share the same dream, I think you will enjoy his heartfelt words. I don't know Taylor, but I have emailed him privately and expressed my personal thoughts to him. I have copied and pasted the article here, but you can see it for yourself at: http://www.1wrestling.com/news/newsline.asp?news=22047

By: Taylor McKnight 3/18/2005 12:11:58 PM

Ever since I heard the words of Shawn Michaels on Raw 3 weeks ago, something inside me has been stirring. I haven't been able to sleep, food has no taste, and when I do sleep, my dreams are always the same: Just a long continuous vine of personal wrestling memories, twisting in the wind as I wander helplessly through a faceless crowd, all the while Shawn Michaels words echoing again and again in my mind. It doesn't go away, not at the ATM, in line at Mcdonalds, or watching television, I can't escape the mind bending torture I've been putting myself through. Of all the long, drawn out promos that have grazed my ears, it was a simple 3 words that changed my life forever. "Just Take It".

It wasn't the first time I heard those words. I heard them about 3 years ago, living in a hotel room in Valdosta Georgia. As the television flickered in a dark, over sized closet I called home, Vince Mcmahon spoke to a national audience, and the industry, when he said "If its in you, and you want to get it out....all you have to do is reach up: reach up dammit and JUST TAKE IT!". I knew then why I hadn't been sleeping, or why I could walk 5 hours in one direction, and never feel tired. It didn't matter how far I went, I was standing still. It didn't matter how tired I was, I was living the wrong dream. I packed my stuff the next day, went to Adrian Streets Skullkrushers, and never looked back.

Every wrestler knows that moment. That one, defining moment, when they stopped being a fan, and were no longer content to stand in the crowd and cheer their favorite superstar. That moment, when every pop becomes like a dagger in your stomach as you sit in the front row with your sippie cup of diet Pepsi staring at the lights, and wondering why they aren't on you. That one defining moment when anything and everything else just melts away, and your waking, sleeping, and dying obsession is to be the very best in the profession you've chosen. That profession, the one and only choice, Professional Wrestling, the greatest sport ever created, is like a drug all in itself, and once its inside you, you never escape its sweet, torturous, perfected nectar.

"Just Take It". 7 days after I heard those words from Shawn Michaels, I did the hardest thing I've ever done, saying good-bye to my family, at the worst possible time. For years, Wrestlemania season has been the favorite of my grandfather & I. We've been together for every Wrestlemania, Summerslam, Barely Legal, Starrcade, Victory Road, and every show in-between. If baseball is the sport for father and sons, then professional wrestling will forever be known by me, as the sport for grandfathers, and grandsons. Leaving cut through me like a blade, but i knew I had too. Unless your a sports entertainer, and willing to put on a dress and sing in the middle of the ring, Connecticut isn't a place to further your career. I knew the change i had to make , and watching my family disappear in the rear view mirror was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But i did it for one thing....the buisness that I love, and the slim chance I may succeed.

But sacrifice isn't a new word in wrestling, and mine is no more moving, or special then anyone else's. Guys like Paul London, Christopher Daniels, and Samoa Joe have been recent examples of hard work, strong never die attitude, and over all love of the sport. The side you see of those stars on a weekly basis showcases their talent, drive, and ability to work a camera. But what you don't see, is the men inside those athletes, who everyday give up the things most people take for granted, in order to keep the level of success they have set personally for themselves. I am nothing compared to them, and climbing into the back of an overstuffed Uhaul to watch the light disappear with the close of a door, I had 8 hours in the bumpy stuffy dark to dream someday I could be even half the men they are. It takes a special kind of person to be a professional wrestler, and even more special to be successful. Now a days in wrestling, its damn near impossible to g! et noticed.

Caught in a struggle between hollywood and real wrestling, people constantly tell me that wrestling is "a wasted, dying franchise", and wonder why it remains to be the first thing i breath when i wake up. The answer is simple: I refuse to write wrestling off just because a few stupid media nanamuffins decided that it was no longer "trendy". It was never about trend to those of us who were in love with it, it's about passion. So many great men have struggled, bled, and died giving this sport the life it has today. I was proud to cramp up in the back of that Uhaul, because it reminded me of Mick Foley, who slept in his car nearly freezing to death every weekend, just to get up, take an ass kicking, and drive home. He had his teeth knocked out, his ear ripped off, and every important bone in his body broken. But he kept coming back for more until he finally made it. He put himself through torture, through grief, near death, just to chase the chance of someday being the person he saw everytime he closed his eyes.

There is no way, that something coveted that much by someone, fought for that hard, that gallantly, could be a "wasted, dying franchise" no matter how bad the ratings may be. Turn off the lights, take away the cameras, and there will still be people standing in the crowd, staring at the 18 by 18 foot squared circle, waiting for the magic that can only be offered by the worlds greatest athletes, known as professional wrestlers. That's reality, and everything else is just the bullshit that comes along for the ride. Adrian Street always taught me, if there's ten fans in the audience, you should work twice as hard to make sure there are 20 next time. Size doesn't matter, only heart.

Another guy that believed that, was Owen Hart. While I only met Owen briefly in the last months of his life, his career long example set a trend that I've desperately tried to follow. Watching his matches were like poetry in motion, dating all the way back to his Stampede battles with Tom Billington, all the way up to his final battle in my hometown, against Brian James in the Hartford Civic Center. Owens matches spanned across a unique time period in pro wrestling, right in the middle of obscurity and oversized popularity. Despite the diverse trends, crowd sizes and paychecks, every match Owen Hart delivered was 100 and 10 percent, and cannot be dated by the time period it took place. Anyone who saw his non televised "rematches" against Bret Hart, know that he gave every bit and even more, whether the cameras were off or not, whether there was a full crowd, or not. So to listen people talk about the buisness dying because of low attendance, is unabashed wimpism. Owen Hart gave his life trying to give back to the fans that supported him, and he lost more then most of us ever have. Anyone who takes that for granted and lets it be for nothing, deserves a cold hard slap in the face.

If it comes down to my last breath, I won't let people forget the legacy that was spoon-fed to us, built on the back of the athletes who helped build it from the ground up. This the legacy of pro wrestling, that not only influenced my career, but has given life, hope, and dreams to people around the country for as long as it's been around. No matter how hard the "mainstream" tries to silence that legacy, people won't stop talking about it.

They won't shut up talking about Christopher Daniels excellence, or how Paul London and RVD should join "UUA" (Under Used Anonymous). They won't shut up about guys not getting their due, while over used, stale politicians run this business into the ground by slapping an ignorant label on it just to attract a wider, more ignorant audience.

Climbing out of that Uhaul, I had alot of emotions stirring. Sitting now 2 weeks later in this tiny room I call my new office, crouched up on my floor typing for the first time since I left, I am proud to say im a professional wrestler. Vince Mcmahon and Shawn Michael's words may have stirred me, but its everyone's example...from Jeff Jarrett to Tommy Dreamer, that drives the point home. As I rinse my dish of romein noodles, lay my pillow on the wooden floor, and stare at the ceiling, im dreaming a new dream. In the past 2 weeks, I've given up my family, my friends, and my home..but I know that's just the first step. Pro Wrestlers for decades and decades, have been giving up that, and so much more, in order to preserve and keep alive the greatest sports franchise in the world today. Its just now, that I can finally, truly, appreciate what they've gone through to give us this opportunity.

Im not ashamed to tell you, that laying here with a crick in my back, and sore, stretched muscles, I couldn't be prouder to be in the same business as the men i've mentioned.. With the men and women who are out there every night living this crazy dream, it's their example that continues to drive me, and every other wanna be star, to be better. I've discovered what every wrestler at some point realizes. It's better to chase a dream you only have a small chance of catching, then to stand still, and let that dream slowly catch up to you.

Feel free to send you comments or complaints to tmacbooking@aol.com, and I'll do my best to write back to everyone.


Thursday, March 17, 2005

"Sissy" Is Better...Grace is Hospitalized

Our 8-month old granddaughter Grace in a recent studio photograph. Does she have her Grandpa's poise, or not? Notwithstanding the good looks. heheee...

I appreciate all of the the kind emails and prayers for my sister Joan, whose surgery I spoke about in yesterday's BLOG. Prayer works, as I talked to her a little while ago and she is doing much better. Yesterday's procedure went well, and she should be home in time to watch her NASCAR races this weekend.

On the other hand, our granddaughter "Gracie," was admitted to the hospital last evening with some pulmonary difficulties and an ear infection. I don't think it real serious at this time, however with babies her age you have to be careful. I ask that you continue to remember my family in your prayers. You folks are the best!

For my fellow country fans, I have some tickets for Doug Stone tomorrow night. He had a number of hits during the mid and late 1990s. He's the kind of old-school country sound that I love. So it's time to dust off the cowboy hat and boots, and hit The Club Casino with Jack Daniels and friends once again.

On another entertainment note, tickets go on sale Saturday for Kenny Chesney, with Gretchen Wilson and Uncle Kracker. They will be at The Mississippi Coast Coliseum down the road in Biloxi, on April 28th. I would really like to see this one. Maybe I'll make it a birthday present to myself. It's going to sell out in minutes. I usually don't pull strings with my connections at the arenas, but I just might have to make an exception in this case.

Have a great day, friends!

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Prayer Request

My Sister Joan and I hamming it up in
one of those old fashion photo booths. I
guess I was about 4 years old, and she
was 3.

I wrote several weeks ago that my sister Joan Marie, had her left knee replaced on February 20th. The surgery went well, and her rehab has been pretty much on schedule. However, she developed a blood clot on March 4th. They thought they had that situation taken care of, but she developed another one yesterday, and is undergoing surgery again as I type.

I ask that all my friends keep Joan in her prayers, and let's get her back on her feet as fast as she can. She is an avid hunter, fisherman, and NASCAR fan. I keep telling Her NASCAR is just like 'rasslin, but hell... what else would we have to argue about.

The Moody Trio, circa 1956. Of course that's me in the rocking
chair holding our baby brother Harry III a.k.a., "Bubba." Joan sits calmly on the ground waiting for me to drop brother dear. By the way, the rocking chair belonged to my maternal grandmother. She rocked in it, as well as my mother, aunts, and my granddaughter Grace enjoys it today.

The Moody siblings at my 50th birthday party last year at our parent's home. Joan Marie and "Bubba" never seem to change, but Lord look at me. I was fairly fresh from my Gastric Bypass Surgery, but the change between then and now is unreal.

Take care, my friends!

Friday, March 11, 2005

The Weekend's Here

It's finally another beautiful Friday along the Gulf of Mexico. The highlight of my weekend will be WWE's RAW event Saturday evening here in Mobile. It's been a couple of months since I've had a chance to visit with my WWE Family, and I'm excited about the chance to see everyone. If you are blessed to live in the Mobile area and desire more information about the event, you can find it at: http://www.wwe.com/schedules/events/WWE-RAW-031205.jsp

Just like many of you, I receive emails from friends everyday. Once again, no news is good news around the Moody household. Being that as it may, I would like to share two messages I read this morning from an old friend in Kentucky. I think you will find them interesting.

Subject: Water or Coke?

This is really an eye opener.... Water or Coke? We all know that water is important but I've never seen it presented like this before.


1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.

2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak t! hat it is often mistaken for hunger.

3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%.

4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.

5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.

6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.

7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.

8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%, and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer.


1. In many states (in the USA) the highway patrol carries two gallons of coke in the truck to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.

2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.

3. To clean a toilet: Pour! a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous China.

4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.

5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.

6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.

7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for sumptuous brown gravy.

8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains.

9. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.

For Your Info:

1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. Its pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase in osteoporosis.

2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial truck must use Hazardous Material placards reserved for highly corrosive materials.

3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean the engines of their trucks for about 20 years!

Now the question is, would you like a coke or a glass of water?

Subject: What Is Old?

"OLD" IS WHEN..... Your sweetie says, "Let's go upstairs and make love," and you answer, "Pick one, I can't do both!"
"OLD" IS WHEN.. Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... A sexy babe catches your eye and your pacemaker opens the garage door.
"OLD" IS WHEN.... Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... You are cautioned to slow down by... the doctor instead of by the police.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... "Getting a little action" means I don't need to take any fiber today.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... "Getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot.
"OLD" IS WHEN..... An "all-nighter" means not getting up to pee.

Take care and have a fine weekend!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Old Friends...

Many years before we were bonded by The Pringle Family name, Lennie Hawkins and I were destined to remain lifetime friends. This photo was taken at The WEAR-TV studios in Pensacola, Florida around 1972. We were there for the filming of The Gulf Coast Wrestling television program.

Thirty-Five years later, I am proud to say that Percy and Marcel Pringle still stand side by side in that old-school tradition

Old Friends...
After all of these years... Just Old Friends.
Through the laughter and tears.
Old Friends...
What a find; What a priceless treasure!
Old friends, like a rare piece of gold.
Old friends, make it great to grow old.
Through it all I will hold on to my Old Friends.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

No Apologies...

Just as I predicted, I've been blasted via email and several message boards concerning yesterday's BLOG.

Every word came from my heart. I meant what I said. I don't know why it's so hard for some folks to comprehend. Unlike The Cauliflower Alley Club, and other Wrestling "Reunions" that have popped up recently, our Gulf Coast Reunion IS NOT open to the public. We do not charge the public admission. What's the problem? It's plain and simple. If you are an active or a retired member of our industry, we welcome you. Unfortunately, we turned down several applications this year. In fact, a couple were people who slipped through the cracks and were allowed in before. I'm flabbergasted that some question the reasons concerning who we let in and who we don't. Our rules WILL NOT change. In fact, after this year's experiences, they will become tighter.

Don't get me wrong. I mentioned The CAC and the recent Wrestling "Reunions." I have no problem with those events. In fact, I am a lifetime member, and Honoree of The CAC, and I will be in Las Vegas next month. Fans are welcomed at those events, and they pay to attend. If you have never attended one, it is a must for every serious ring aficionado. There's nothing like rubbing shoulders with the grapplers that you've watched for years.

Virtually every profession has it's conventions. Doctor's do not welcome patients at theirs, nor Lawyers, Candle Makers, Bakers, or Indian Chiefs. Allow us the same respect. One time a year we gather as brothers and sisters. Are we "diss-ing" our fans for not wanting them there? Please...

Next year will be our 15th Anniversary Reunion, and people, I can't wait. It's an experience that you cannot understand unless you are, or were, a member of our profession. These will be my last comments on this subject. I will not be baited into responding to email and message board pissing contests. I've been there, done that, and have a t-shirt to prove it. It's time to move on.

I would like to thank my fellow GCWR Board of Directors once again, and all of our members from all over the country. A fantastic time was had by all.

I wish you all a good week.
Take care, my friends!

Monday, March 07, 2005

"Plowboy" Safe In California - Reunion In The History Books

"Plowboy" Kurt Niesen bids goodbye to his new found Gulf Coast friends, as we depart for the airport Sunday afternoon.

Our 14th Annual Gulf Coast Wrestler's Reunion was no doubt one of the best ever. Everyone had a fantastic time. I hated to see Kurt go, as we had the opportunity to spend some quality time together. Usually our friendship is limited to the telephone and emails. I spoke with him a few hours ago, and he is safely back on the "left coast."

I just can't understand why some "smarks" think they should be told the details of everything that goes on in our industry. Carpenters, Plumbers, Funeral Directors, Car Dealers, hell... they all have their private business conventions. Yet, we are trashed when we do not throw the doors of our reunion open to every Tom, Dick, and Mary that walk the streets. It's not the public's business what goes on behind the closed doors of our dressing rooms, our private homes, or our industries private conventions. But... I guess it's the nature of the beast. I will defend our PRIVATE reunion until they bury my fat butt in the red Alabama clay.

The members of our reunion are family. You don't want outsiders in your family reunions, do you? I said from the get go, you wouldn't get any details here. We pride ourselves in the little bit of "Kayfabe" that exists. Yes, there is still a bit of breath left in the almost cold corpse. I'll give her CPR until I pass out.

I thank all of my brothers and sisters that made our gathering such a success. I also appreciate those of you that respect what we do, and our privacy.

Take care my friends.

Friday, March 04, 2005

"Plowboy" Arrives - Reunion Underway!

"Plowboy" Kurt Nielsen arrived safely on The Gulf Coast late Wednesday afternoon. In this exclusive photo, he steps into "God's Country" for the very first time.

Kurt pays his respects at the gravesite of "The Pascagoula Plowboy," "Uncle Elmer," Stan Frazier.

My dear friend and webmaster Kurt Nielsen arrived on The Gulf Coast from California on Wednesday. Dianna had a traditional southern fried chicken dinner with all the extras awaiting at our home. After catching up on all the news and gossip, I took the "Plowboy" out to a local drinking establishment, to visit my dear friend Jack Daniels.

We dubbed Thursday "Tiny Frazier Day" as we spent most of the day sightseeing. I was proud to take Kurt to visit "Plowboy Frazier's" gravesite at The Biloxi Mississippi National Cemetery. We visited "Tiny's" last homestead in Pascagoula, and Kurt purchased himself a pair of official Pascagoula overalls. We hit most of the sites from Biloxi, east to Mobile. The evening was topped off with the pre-reunion dinner, where those members already in town for The 14th Annual Gulf Coast Wrestlers Reunion, gathered for a fine meal and renewal of friendships.

Our Reunion kicks off in earnest today, as the official events begin.

Have a great weekend, I know we will!

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Reunion Week

The week that I anxiously anticipate each and every year has finally arrived. It's time for our 14th Annual Gulf Coast Wrestler's Reunion. Due to my schedule, my posts here will be few, if I have time to write anything at all. Don't expect to read any details about our get together, as it is only open to active and retired members of our industry. It is not a fan festival, and we respect our privacy.

You will hear about the world famous "Plowboy" Kurt Nielsen, who of course is my webmaster and dear friend, as he makes his first visit to the Gulf Coast. I will be picking him up at the airport tomorrow evening, and the next few days will be Reunion filled, with some sightseeing, and southern food/drinks in the mix. Many of you know that Kurt also runs the Cauliflower Alley website, and is on The CAC Board of Directors. If "Plowboy's" visit isn't one that he will remember for many years, it certainly won't be my fault.

I lost a respected mentor over the weekend, as former wrestler/promoter George Culkin passed away in Vicksburg, Mississippi at the age of 78. George wrestled as George Curtis for many years, as he tag-teamed with Don Curtis. He owned the ICW-International Championship Wrestling territory in Mississippi during the late 1970s, which was my first "real" organization that I worked for. In fact, Percy Pringle III was born there, under the watchful eyes of George's booker, Frankie "The Great Memphisto" Cain. Not only did George kick start my career, Michael Hayes, Terry Gordy, Kimala, and Rip Rogers began there as well. He was also a member of our Gulf Coast Wrestlers Reunion. I will always have many fond memories of Mr. George Culkin, and my sympathies go out to his family. May he rest in peace.

Take care, my friends!