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BULLET BOB AND GRANNY’S HOUSE
I’ve been writing this one in my head for a while. Wrestling is more about emotion to me than matches. I can’t remember some famous matches for quality, but I can remember where I saw wrestling on tv for the first time. My first trips to see wrestling live wound up being full of hidden significance I didn’t decode until after my father’s death.
On Sundays Mom would take us over to Granny’s church. Dad would typically get a six pack of beer and go out to the woods to cut firewood or trap raccoons. After church we’d go back to Granny’s house and she’d fix us a big country meal. While that was cooking, I’d lie on the brown shag carpet in front of the RCA tv and watch wrestling. Ron Fuller owned the promotion, but I don’t remember if I knew it at the time. I liked Dr. Tom and The Lord Humongous was terrifying. But my hero was Bob Armstrong and his secret identity The Bullet.
Security and safety. My parent’s marriage was failing. Sometime in this story Dad had gotten a dancer at Sammy’s Go Go in Birmingham pregnant. Home wasn’t comfortable. I looked forward to escaping to Granny’s on Sunday for wrestling and Sunday dinner. Hopefully during the week I could talk someone into taking me to the one video store to rent a WWE video tape so I could escape. Before Dad left he took me to 3 live shows. 2 Southeastern shows at Boutwell Auditorium and 1 WWE show at the BJCC. I can remember walking through the lobby at Boutwell and standing in a chair to shoot birds at the Iron Sheik at the BJCC clearly. It took a long time for me to realize this was my dad’s attempt to say he was sorry he was about to leave. He was too big of a chicken shit to sit me down and talk to me, instead he spent some time with me doing something I liked. But at least I got to see Bob Armstrong live.
After the divorce we spent a lot of time at Granny’s. Home was scary, Dad was gone, we were alone. Laying on that carpet, that tv, Granny, wrestling, and home cooked meals were safety now.
I got to meet Mr. Armstrong in person and get an autograph shortly before he died. I spoke to him and told him how he meant to me. He was all I could have hoped for in a hero. Bob, Granny, and her house are gone now. Professional wrestling has always been a constant. I can escape in the stories and characters like a book come to life. I’ve made a lot of great friends and met a lot of my childhood heroes. I’ve seen major stars wrestle their early matches in high school gyms and sat and talked to Hall of Famers.
Thanks Granny, your house and Bob Armstrong. If it hadn’t been for you I wouldn’t have gotten through a difficult time in my childhood. I also wouldn’t have discovered a love of professional wrestling that’s made me happy and introduced me to some great people.
Your Buddy,
Myron
Bullet Bob and Granny’s house.
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