For those who are familiar with Hachland and myself know that I’m a fan of professional wrestling and vacuums. While over the past 10 plus months I’ve fallen away from my fandom of wrestling and vacuums sometimes they just show up and bring out those memories I once had.
Once upon a time there was a wrestling organization, where we used to raise an arm or two, remember how we chanted away the hours and dreamed of all the great things we were witnessing.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end, we’d cheer and chant forever and a day, we’d live the life we chose, we’d fight and never lose, for we were young and sure to have our way. Man, those were the days.
Then the commission went rushing in, we lost our starry notions on the way. If by chance I’d see a vacuum, I’d smile and remember those were the days.
What makes a vacuum such a special part of a wrestling company? It’s easy. They started nearly every one of their shows with the vacuum inside the ring. They would then pretend they were vacuuming the ring. The vacuum was never plugged in, it was just there to signifying that they suck.
But they really didn’t. They just didn’t take themselves to serious. The excitement and enjoyment