
Mick Foley has posted on his official myspace:
Bar-b-que with JR, steaks with the Funker
I had a great time on the TNA house show loop in Oklahoma City and Amarillo, Texas. Oklahoma, as anyone who’s watched wrestling over the last couple decades could tell you, is JR country. Indeed, of all the people who ever worked in the WWE offices, no one ever liked the state of Connecticut less, or was more overjoyed to go back home than good ol’ JR. I know it was probably not the most politically correct of wrestling moves on either of our parts, but JR and I got together in full view of many fans who happened to be dining at JR’s restaurant before heading down to the matches. But, hell, I’ve known JR for almost twenty years now, and it’s a friendship that is bigger than wrestling politics. I had a great time catching up with JR and his lovely wife Jan, and was glad to bring along a couple of the TNA guys who were looking forward to a chance to shoot the breeze with a true legend of our business.
Speaking of legends and Oklahoma - Danny Hodge was at the show. For those who came along a little too late, or who may not be fully up to date on wrestling history, Danny Hodge was one of the true greats in the business, and on anyone’s short list of the toughest men to ever step foot inside the ring. Danny’s hand strength was legendary, and I heard stories of how he could bring grown men to their feet with a simple handshake.
Things were looking tough for me the following night in Amarillo. Scott Steiner was not pleased about my selection as the special guest enforcer at ringside, and let me know about it in an in-ring promo that nearly saturated my large frame with saliva molecules. I told Steiner that ordinarily I might be intimidated by his choice of metal head attire , but that this was no ordinary night. No, because on this night, for the first time in recorded wrestling history, the Special Guest Enforcer had a Special Guest Enforcer! Enter the Funker, striding slowly, but confidantly to ringside to join his hardcore protege in the always difficult task of watching a match from the side of the ring.
Afterward, a bunch of us broke bread with Terry, his wife Vicky, and Jolie Ayres, the daughter of one of Terry’s very best friends, former San Francisco 49er, the late John Ayres. We may well have been the most culturally diverse group of people to ever walk through the door of an Amarillo Steakhouse; two African Americans, an Iranian, a Samoan, and an assorted cast of white guys. A good time was had by all.
I’ve got to tell you - I’m getting quite a kick out of a couple of youtube videos I’ve seen of the almost impossibly voluptuous Trina. Not only is she a rare treat for the eyes, but her wrestling promos are really funny in a believably bitc*y type of way. I talked to Dave Lagana, the former WWE writer who has worked with her quite a bit, and he said she was passionate about the business, and, all appearances to the contrary, fun and easy to work with. I think she could really be someone to watch for in the future. But, if you want to watch her now, you can go to youtube.com/trinamichaelsvideos
Now, it’s on to Sacrifice. Sure, I’m a little nervous, but I will call upon the same vast supply of intestinal fortitude that carried me to victory over former world champion Rocky Balboa, to guide me to an emotionally satisfying outcome inside the six-sided ring. Thanks for reading - I will post something again soon, if there’s anything left of me to write with after my first pay-per-view match with Kurt Angle.