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Thursday, May 19, 1999

SLAM! Wrestling Guest Column

Tone it down, Mick

By KATHLEEN CELATA -- For SLAM! Wrestling

I'm learning how a muscle feels when it's pumped. I'm learning how to do that. How to feed blood right down to the muscle and bone, to try and get some goddamn response.

I'm learning how good it feels to push past the mach.

It feels damn good. I'm learning to hope. I'm 40.

Hope I can learn all these things again. I'm learning to hope that the feeling of blood pumping through the muscles, the feeling of absolute Zen when I blow out as I do the lift, is what's going to last.

Not the feeling of limping up to my daytime job, wearing my daytime clothes, and puffing like a fool walking the stairs.... I really hope that's not me.

I waste my time at the copy machine... gotta do it, so I do curls, just to keep myself limber. I'm new to this, but boy, I really want to get rid of the "Hi Helens" underneath my tri's- (Y'know ladies, that embarrassing little flap-adoodle when ya wave "Hi Helen!") So I take that wasted time at the copier and feel the new strength in my arms, and again, go with the Zen of it. Breathe deeply, and lift against the boredom.

My Dad died 10 years older than I am now. A couple of guys I greatly admired died recently. They beat their bodies pretty well to death. My Dad did too, just trying to get by. I find myself very angry at Mick Foley lately. I see him decreasing his years with every stupid stunt he pulls. That's a hell of price to pay for being my hero.

I ain't worth it Mick. Your kids are. Fans have the leisure to grow old and fat. I'd like to give you that freedom too if it means more time with your kids than Brian Pillman had.

I'd hoped to make this longer, but really, what more can I say?

We demand too much, as fans. The roll call is getting too long.

When all of you would have sat back and watched Mick Foley bleed to death a few weeks ago, I guess we have to find the line to draw. I was just grateful to see Paul Wight lighten the match up and just try to push it to a close. Enough was enough a long time ago.

I just got sad.

I love my heroes, warriors...... Guys, I'd rather not love you in Memoriam.....

Not any more of you, anyway.

I still miss Brian.


Kathleen Celata is from Dedham, MA, and can be emailed at katjack@mediaone.net. She wrote for SLAM! once before, April 12, Anatomy of an Addict

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