This is kind of another one of those second-guessing games.
According to news reports, Randy Savage was found dead after a car crash, which (it’s suspected) occurred after he had a heart attack.
He was exactly my age (to the year, anyway). And what makes this so spooky is that it’s less than two weeks after I almost got into a similar accident.
I’ve never been even a little interested in wrestling, but remember to tell your loved ones how much you love them every day, because you never know.
Savage’s death and our early onset “plucked from the jaws of” experiences leave me with those repetitive “why” thoughts.
I have my own wacko conspiracy theories. Flouridated water. Swanson TV dinners. Radiation poisoning from those early cathode ray television tubes that we used to sit 6 inches from after school to watch Sheriff John and Hopalong.
I think the bad convenience food is probably the most logical out of all those. It’s one of the reasons I occasionally go on in an endless rant about junk food advertising. Poisoning our kids in the same way we got dosed by corporate Amerika just seems unconscionable to me.
But, back to the old Macho Man, even if you’re not particularly into “professional wrestling”. (goodness knows, I’m not either..) Hit up Blockbuster for one of those ’80’s matches they still have on VHS, light a doob and dig the hilarity.
Just don’t eat any Salisbury steak after the munchies hit.