I went home for a funeral.
My Grandfather just died,
and the weekend was going to be difficult.
Troy thought it might cheer me up.
Sure he was 50 and fat
and his tan looked cancerous,
but it really was Snuka,
grinding it out for Midwest Renegade Wrestling.
After a few under cards Snuka took the ring.
He won, of course.
He even did his signature “Superfly” move.
Off the top rope, spread eagle,
slamming into that poor bastard
that made 65 bucks to lose
to Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka
15 years after his career ended.
That poor bastard.
After his match Snuka walked back into the ring,
holding a plastic K-mart bag
with a Sharpie and a Polaroid camera in it.
Five dollars and you could get your picture
taken with Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka.
He signed it right there for you.
I got one, so did Troy.
It looked like he could use the money.