Tomorrow night is Friday 13th and a Full Moon. As I understand, this will not happen again until 2049. While I do not suffer from Triskaidekaphobia (fear of the number 13) or consider myself superstitious, the combination of both will limit my travel to the local grocery store to grab some Candy for the night (not that this differs from any other Friday night).
By 7:00 p.m., if he is not out playing, our youngest son will be tuned to "Friday Night Smackdown" on the main TV. He will sit attentively for all of 5-7 minutes until his energy/adrenaline builds up. Then he will suddenly fly off the couch, grab his 25 lb Grappling Buddy (as pictured above) and begin to execute a series of moves he has just witnessed. He will throw him, slam him, and do Pile Drivers. His finisher seems to be a move where he jumps off the footstool flying thru the air and lands on the Grappling Buddy. He’ll wear himself out for short periods, watch the show and then repeat the drill as soon as he recovers.
I watch the show with Blake and find it troubling that it holds my attention. I am both entertained and amused. Inevitably, I find myself talking at the TV. It usually occurs when a perpetrator of several weeks of despicable acts is suddenly celebrated by the crowd for an attack against an equally appalling character. It’s as if the reprehensible acts of the past never occurred. This frustrates me and I complain about the crowds' adulation for the Wrestler to both of our boys. They just say “But Dad, he beat up so and so.” The response is suppose to be sufficient.
I’ve just realized that I have been talking to the TV like some kind of maniac. The embarrassment tells me I should stop watching – which I do.
Have a fun and SAFE Friday the 13th!
Posted by: Dan Hebbeln email@example.com