Again With The Wrestling?
I'm sitting around the whoose this Saturday reading Behind Bars, a tale of a bartendress in New York (review soon to follow) and I just happened to turn on Savage--accidental like.
He's not really doing politics, as this is a best of show, but damn is it an entertaining few hours of radio. Mike gets a lot of dissing from our fellow travelers--almost as if they have to pick one prominent 'serv that the left really hates and then agree with them to show that they aren't in lock step with The Racists or something.
He's telling stories of growing up in New York. The great thing about the stories is that there is a point, but he travels all over the place to get to it. He was talking about the mean friends he grew up with and out of no where he says of one friend:
"His older brother was gay. We didn't know it at the time, but he was. He was one of those guys that when you turned 15 he would say 'Hey Mike, how much do you weigh? Let's wrestle. Stip down to your shorts and let's wrestle. What's that bulge there?'"
He tells the story as if we all knew someone like that.
So tune it in if you get a chance this weekend. A bitter, angry man? Indeed. But he's got nothing if not personality--that classic New York ethnic jew personality that is all but lost on the new generation who have whittled all their cultural edges down with WASP conformity.
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