Monday, August 11, 2003 |
Happy Birthday, Hulk Hogan!
by
Dear Hulk,
When I was 8 years old, I watched you at Wrestlemania I. Things didn’t look good. The Iron Sheik had you on the mat. He had put you into his vaunted move, the Camel Clutch. Things were grim. No man had ever escaped this move. Then out of nowhere, you came to life, roaring back from near devastating circumstances. You escaped and then turned the tables, pinning the Iron Sheik and winning the heavyweight belt! I jumped off the floor and cheered until my vocal chords were red. It was a marvelous day.
You’re 50 today. I’m 27. Maybe it’s time to take the spandex off.
Happy birthday!
Sincerely,
Geoff
P.S How’s the Junkyard Dog doing? And Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka? Give them my best.
