A Pig Farmer Turned...'Rassler?

Hello all!

Welcome to the very first entry into my blog, "The making of a wrestling GOD." This first entry is going to be quite long, as I first have to explain to you who I am, what I am doing, and the most important reason of all, WHY.

First things first, the who I am. I am just some guy living in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon, which has been my home for the last four years. Before that I was born and raised in Muskegon, Michigan, where I played football and wrestled in high school. After high school I played two years of Semi pro football (A misnomer at best.)and I joined the Military. After the Military I held a variety of jobs to include over the road truck driver (hated it), traveling satellite dish seller (hated it even more) and security guard. (Not such a bad gig if not for the pathetic pay.) I then went to work for my Uncle "Wonny" and his lighting component company, that was the best as it allowed me to work from home. Around 1999 to 2000 I met the love of my life, Keidi, and shortly thereafter moved out here to Oregon where I now find myself on the verge of a wonderful adventure. What adventure, you must be wondering? Well, not just yet, got some more explaining to do, then buckle up 'cuz it's gonna be a fun ride.

When I first moved out here my neighbor, a guy named Rick who is a cross between Grizzly Adams and Uncle Jesse from the Dukes Of Hazard, and his beautiful wife Jackie had a pig "sanctuary" where they cared for no less then 125 pot-bellied pigs. I had the house right next door. At first I wasn't too thrilled of moving next door to what I was sure was going to be a stinky oinkfest, but slowly over time I was impressed with both the neighbors and the pigs. You see, them pigs are not just pigs to Rick, they are his babies, and it is a sad commentary when I know for a fact that Rick takes better care of them pigs then more then a few parents take care of their own children. Unfortunately Jackie passed away in 2002 and Rick's health took a turn for the worse. In April of 2002 I got word that my father, who was a diabetic, was diagnosed with cancer...Of the pancreas of all places. So in September of that year I went back to Michigan to be with him. While I was in Michigan Rick quickly found out that he could not provide the same level of care to his babies, so he started the long, arduous process of finding the best of homes for his pigs, except for the original "Magnificent Seven" Arnie, Cuddles, Kirbo, Andrew, Colby Dawn, Roto Rooter, Beegers and Norton; the first pigs that started them down the road to piggy keepin'. Norton plays a big role in this adventure I am about to partake in, more on him later.

In August of 2003 I came back after the passing of my Father and renewed my old friendship with Rick. It was at this time I realized just how far down hill Ricks health was so I moved in with him and became his in home care provider. Whilst no one gets rich from such an endeavor, I am happy to do this for him as he reminds me so much of what my dad was. So I earn a nominal living and have way, to much time on my hands. Here is the segue into wrestling and the opening of the door to my adventure. I am a HUGE lifetime fan of the male soap opera that is wrestling. One of my favorites was Eddie Guerrero, so I was very sad to hear of his sudden passing this past November. Let me state right here that my deepest condolences goes out to his beautiful wife, Vickie, his three daughters, family members and the boys in the locker room that lost a friend, colleague and mentor. "Viva La Raza!" Thank you for the memories Eddie, and may you rest in peace my brother.

Ok, Now here is how Norton the pig and Eddie the wrestler come together in this story. Norton lived here, in the house, had his own bed and man he ran the roost. He had a way that let you know it was an honor and a privlidge to serve him, and I swear when he walked into a room you could hear the world get silent and the trumpets start to blowing. But with all that attitude he could charm the pants off any city slicker, and it was impossible not to love Norton. You didn't train Norton like one would train an animal, Norton trained you. And he was so danged smart! One day I mentioned to Rick that Norton was in need of a hoof trim and he went after my toes, the only time he ever did that. He demonstrated that he had a firm grasp of the English Language. Nortons great skill is he would lie to you. He would insist that he hadn't been fed in six months and demand a goodie to hold him over, and more then once he would con a goodie off of me and then double dip the pot and con one off of Rick. He had a nasty habit of stealing stuff out of the fridge, and being the wrestling fans Rick and myself are, we took to calling him Norton Guerrero, a take off of the gimmick Eddie Guerrero was doing about lyin' cheatin' and stealin'. Norton died suddenly in September, and Eddie passed in November, certainly not a good year for anyone with the name Guerrero.

Ok, I have teased you long enough. As a tribute to both Eddie and Norton I have decided to attend the preeminent wrestling school in the Northwest, Playboy Buddy Rose and Colonel DeBeers wrestling school in Portland, Oregon. Let me make it clear, I have no illusions of making the big time. It is my quest to become the second best wrestler to NEVER make the big time. Don't get me wrong, if Vince and the WWE were to call me Hey, I have my bags packed and I am ready to go. TNA on the line? Where we going? Hell, I'd work for free to get my foot in. But, me being the realist that I am, if I wrestle in bingo halls, maybe a state fair or two in front of thirty fans then I am calling this endeavor a success. As I write this I have already attended a few "classes" at the school. Buddy in real life is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, and Colonel Debeers is a real hoot to work with. But since this entry is a mile and a half long I'll close it out now and begin the next entry with the story of my first day in a bit after my fingers cool off. All future entries should be quite a bit shorter, more wrestling oriented and you are all invited down to watch this car wreck of me trying to bust into the business. Until next time take care, and thanks for reading.