Friday, May 26, 2006

The Nature Boy


A couple of nights ago, my sister called from Grand Cayman. (I should add that it was in the bottom of the 8th inning of the Red Sox/Yankees game when the bases were loaded and Papi was walking to the plate.) She was nearly hysterical.

"Guess who is sitting two tables down from me," she yelled.

"I have no idea."

"Ric [expletive] Flair."

"The Nature Boy?"

"Yep. I just took a picture of his fried, yellow hair."

"What?"

"Should I go talk to him?"

"You should probably just leave him alone."

Knowing my sister, she probably walked over to his table and smashed him over the head with a folding chair.

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