The Good Ole' Days
As usual, I've got quite a bit to talk about and even more on my mind. I guess that's what happens when I always put off writing in this damn thing. I guess work and everything else in my life has really downplayed my time online for quite a while now. But maybe that's a good thing - if you ask me, too many of us have become much too reliant on our computers to get us through the day.
But enough of that.
As I said, I've got a lot to talk about and several issues and events to discuss, but I can't talk about anything before typing some memoirs and reflecting on the time we had together last Sunday. Bill and Glenn have both talked about this in their journals and the Lord knows if I got my ass onto LJ.com any sooner I would already have typed endlessly about it too.
Out of everything I've done this past approximately 5 years (correct me if I'm wrong guys), nothing has felt like or been as completely real and comfortable as the time I had back in Florence with Jer, Bill, Glenn and the boys. The only thing that would have totally completed the puzzle would have been Mikey. Everybody needs a good dark and scary now and again.
It was so... I don't even know. I have no idea how to express how I felt walking back up to Jer's door on that famous 'back road' and knowing that inside I would be carried back to 1998 and what we've always called 'the good ole days'. It was... surreal. I think that may be the best way to describe it. At the time I told Glenn it was 'weird' but as he told me, that wasn't the right word. And Glenn would know this, trust me! haha
But just walking up to the side door, walking inside without even so much as knocking, just as we had for so long 'back in the day' and looking over to see Jer grunt 'hey'... as surreal as it may have seemed, especially once Glenn and everyone showed up... it was more real than anything in life ever really is. And it felt great.
I'm sure the majority of those reading this know that Glenn, Bill, Jer, myself and many other former Florence, Dresden, Thamesville, etc young lads were a part of the FWF back in the day. Back when it really WAS the FWF. When it was always fun. When we were all friends. When that was what mattered at the end of the day cuz we'd constantly be hanging out with each other and spending our days, 24/7 around one another. I miss those days. I really do. And I know Bill does too. I'm sure in our own ways, we all do. ANd not so much even because of the FWF. It was the atmosphere and what we did outside of those backyard shows. The comaraderie. It had me hooked from my very first visit to Florence.
Jer (Showtime Eric Young of TNA's Team Canada) of course has continued his wrestling passion to unbelievable heights - as we all knew he would. What I admire most about Jer is not the amazing talent and potential he possesses in that ring, but the fact that whenever he comes home... he's still Jer. Forget about 'Showtime' (even though you can now tell the Showtime you see on TV is very comparable to Jeremy Fritz, the human being - the lighter side at least haha), when Jeremy sits down with us, the old jokes are non stop. The reminiscing about days gone by. The gross farts lol. It's all the same. It was as if the last 5 years never existed. Almost like time had been frozen and left things waiting for us just as we had left them off in that living room overlooking the spot we all used to wrestle and force Bill to help take down the ring. We don't even try anymore lol. I can't say enough good things about the day we all had together and about the people who I spent that day with.
Jer is a class act. He really is. In all reality, he's a star. A celebrity. That's the reality of the situation. But he has never let it change who he is, and I have always really admired that. We all wish the best for him and his future and know that we haven't seen nothin yet as far as Showtime is concerned. But even more so, we hope these little reunions of sorts can now be possible a little more often since Jer has his work visa and can actually come back home to Canada. It was great having you home Jer!
Bill and I of course see each other all the time. Nothing will ever really change with us. We both feel the same way about our get together with our friends and I think we yearn to be back in those days of yesteryear, just wanting to be around our real friends. But on Sunday, we learned that those friends have never really left.
And then there's the big man. Glenn Stanway. The infamous Gravedigger. I've been able to see Glenn a couple of times this last year or so, accidentally running into him at a WWE house show in London last summer and in his EB Games Store while on a shopping spree with my girlfriend. Bill and I also stopped to see Glenn at the store when we went to a WWE show this summer in London. But we never really got the time to SPEND time with Mr. Stanway until Sunday. Glenn, just like Jer, is all class. I think we all always looked up to Glenn in a way. He was the brains behind our operation. Not the wrestling, but our lives in general haha. Glenn's always been a thinker and soaks up a ton of knowledge fairly easily. Nicest guy you'll run across and could talk about anything at any given time. I always knew he had a lot of potential as well - whether it be his music, writing or whatever he decided to put his hands on (as long as it didn't involve chokeslamming me). To meet his wife was also very cool and I'm very happy to see Glenn so happy - congratulations big man, you deserve it! I know that Glenn's story (again, just like Jer's) is just beginning to unfold. He's mentioned his wife wants him to start writing again, and just reading Glenn's live journals makes me think he damn well better as well. I honestly think Glenn Stanway is one of those people who will be successful with whatever he decides to put his hands on. I'm sure by the time I get married or start my own family life, Glenn will have done something to be very proud of! (not that he hasn't already, hopefully you get what I mean).
My food's here, Ashley just brought it downstairs for me so I should get eating before it gets cold. I'll probably end up writing more about our day in Florence. But guys, it was awesome. I know I missed out on a lot of good times - not knowing you until I got into high school. But just reminiscing about all of the stories, whether I was involved or not, took me back to the days when life was simple - and not because it wasn't any easier than it is now... but because of friends. True friends.
You know, as you go through life, you meet many people whom you may call 'acquaintances'. If you're lucky, you will find a select handful that you call friends. Some for a short period of time, and some for the long haul. True friends however, are often very hard to find, and even more difficult to keep. But it's good to know that true friends DO exist. I was with them on Sunday in a little amazing town known as Florence, Ontario.
- Jay
But enough of that.
As I said, I've got a lot to talk about and several issues and events to discuss, but I can't talk about anything before typing some memoirs and reflecting on the time we had together last Sunday. Bill and Glenn have both talked about this in their journals and the Lord knows if I got my ass onto LJ.com any sooner I would already have typed endlessly about it too.
Out of everything I've done this past approximately 5 years (correct me if I'm wrong guys), nothing has felt like or been as completely real and comfortable as the time I had back in Florence with Jer, Bill, Glenn and the boys. The only thing that would have totally completed the puzzle would have been Mikey. Everybody needs a good dark and scary now and again.
It was so... I don't even know. I have no idea how to express how I felt walking back up to Jer's door on that famous 'back road' and knowing that inside I would be carried back to 1998 and what we've always called 'the good ole days'. It was... surreal. I think that may be the best way to describe it. At the time I told Glenn it was 'weird' but as he told me, that wasn't the right word. And Glenn would know this, trust me! haha
But just walking up to the side door, walking inside without even so much as knocking, just as we had for so long 'back in the day' and looking over to see Jer grunt 'hey'... as surreal as it may have seemed, especially once Glenn and everyone showed up... it was more real than anything in life ever really is. And it felt great.
I'm sure the majority of those reading this know that Glenn, Bill, Jer, myself and many other former Florence, Dresden, Thamesville, etc young lads were a part of the FWF back in the day. Back when it really WAS the FWF. When it was always fun. When we were all friends. When that was what mattered at the end of the day cuz we'd constantly be hanging out with each other and spending our days, 24/7 around one another. I miss those days. I really do. And I know Bill does too. I'm sure in our own ways, we all do. ANd not so much even because of the FWF. It was the atmosphere and what we did outside of those backyard shows. The comaraderie. It had me hooked from my very first visit to Florence.
Jer (Showtime Eric Young of TNA's Team Canada) of course has continued his wrestling passion to unbelievable heights - as we all knew he would. What I admire most about Jer is not the amazing talent and potential he possesses in that ring, but the fact that whenever he comes home... he's still Jer. Forget about 'Showtime' (even though you can now tell the Showtime you see on TV is very comparable to Jeremy Fritz, the human being - the lighter side at least haha), when Jeremy sits down with us, the old jokes are non stop. The reminiscing about days gone by. The gross farts lol. It's all the same. It was as if the last 5 years never existed. Almost like time had been frozen and left things waiting for us just as we had left them off in that living room overlooking the spot we all used to wrestle and force Bill to help take down the ring. We don't even try anymore lol. I can't say enough good things about the day we all had together and about the people who I spent that day with.
Jer is a class act. He really is. In all reality, he's a star. A celebrity. That's the reality of the situation. But he has never let it change who he is, and I have always really admired that. We all wish the best for him and his future and know that we haven't seen nothin yet as far as Showtime is concerned. But even more so, we hope these little reunions of sorts can now be possible a little more often since Jer has his work visa and can actually come back home to Canada. It was great having you home Jer!
Bill and I of course see each other all the time. Nothing will ever really change with us. We both feel the same way about our get together with our friends and I think we yearn to be back in those days of yesteryear, just wanting to be around our real friends. But on Sunday, we learned that those friends have never really left.
And then there's the big man. Glenn Stanway. The infamous Gravedigger. I've been able to see Glenn a couple of times this last year or so, accidentally running into him at a WWE house show in London last summer and in his EB Games Store while on a shopping spree with my girlfriend. Bill and I also stopped to see Glenn at the store when we went to a WWE show this summer in London. But we never really got the time to SPEND time with Mr. Stanway until Sunday. Glenn, just like Jer, is all class. I think we all always looked up to Glenn in a way. He was the brains behind our operation. Not the wrestling, but our lives in general haha. Glenn's always been a thinker and soaks up a ton of knowledge fairly easily. Nicest guy you'll run across and could talk about anything at any given time. I always knew he had a lot of potential as well - whether it be his music, writing or whatever he decided to put his hands on (as long as it didn't involve chokeslamming me). To meet his wife was also very cool and I'm very happy to see Glenn so happy - congratulations big man, you deserve it! I know that Glenn's story (again, just like Jer's) is just beginning to unfold. He's mentioned his wife wants him to start writing again, and just reading Glenn's live journals makes me think he damn well better as well. I honestly think Glenn Stanway is one of those people who will be successful with whatever he decides to put his hands on. I'm sure by the time I get married or start my own family life, Glenn will have done something to be very proud of! (not that he hasn't already, hopefully you get what I mean).
My food's here, Ashley just brought it downstairs for me so I should get eating before it gets cold. I'll probably end up writing more about our day in Florence. But guys, it was awesome. I know I missed out on a lot of good times - not knowing you until I got into high school. But just reminiscing about all of the stories, whether I was involved or not, took me back to the days when life was simple - and not because it wasn't any easier than it is now... but because of friends. True friends.
You know, as you go through life, you meet many people whom you may call 'acquaintances'. If you're lucky, you will find a select handful that you call friends. Some for a short period of time, and some for the long haul. True friends however, are often very hard to find, and even more difficult to keep. But it's good to know that true friends DO exist. I was with them on Sunday in a little amazing town known as Florence, Ontario.
- Jay