Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Adam Rose, the wrestler. I don’t know much about fancy wrestlin’ stuff, but I watched him on that there TV a few times. Seemed like a wild one, that’s for sure. Always dancin’ and carryin’ on.
First time I saw him, he had this whole bunch of folks followin’ him around, like a parade or somethin’. They called ’em “Rosebuds,” I think. Looked like a whole lotta goofballs to me, jumpin’ and hollerin’. Made me think of a chicken coop when a fox gets in – everybody scatterin’ and makin’ noise. He was like their leader, the rooster, I guess. But then, all of a sudden, he told ’em the party was over. Just like that. Guess he got tired of all that cluckin’ and fussin’.
They said he used to be somebody else before, this Leo Kruger fella. I don’t know nothin’ ’bout that. Sounded like a whole lotta hocus pocus to me. One minute he’s this Kruger, the next he’s Adam Rose, grinnin’ and dancin’. Made my head spin just thinkin’ about it. Wrestlin’ folks sure are strange, changin’ names and all. It’s like when old Bessie the cow had a calf – it was still a cow, just a different one.
- He was a party animal, that’s for sure.
- Always had those Rosebuds with him, makin’ a ruckus.
- Then he changed, got serious or somethin’. Wrestlin’ folks are hard to figure.
Now, some folks liked that party stuff, but I ain’t so sure. Seemed kinda silly to me. I like my wrestlin’ plain and simple, two fellas grapplin’, no dancin’ or carryin’ on. But I guess that’s what makes the world go ’round, different folks likin’ different things. Like how some folks like collard greens and some folks like turnip greens – it’s all greens, just different tastes.
Heard tell he got into some trouble later on, somethin’ ’bout medicine and fightin’ with his family. Shame, really. Seemed like he had a good thing goin’ for a while, all that dancin’ and hollerin’. But life’s like that sometimes, ain’t it? One minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re down in the dirt. Reminds me of that time the barn roof caved in – one minute it was fine, the next it was a mess.
There was this other wrestler fella, George Steele, they said he passed away. He was a wild one too, but in a different way. More like a grumpy old bear than a dancin’ rooster. They said he was hated, but I don’t know why. Seemed like a good enough fella to me, just misunderstood maybe. Like that old hound dog down the road, always barkin’ but never bitin’.
And then there was this other fella, Darren Drozdov. Heard he was an essayist or somethin’. Don’t know what that is, sounds fancy. Probably one of them smart fellas who went to college and all. I never had much book learnin’, just common sense and a strong back. That’s all a body needs in this world, if you ask me.
Anyway, back to Adam Rose. He was somethin’ else, that’s for sure. A real character. Made wrestlin’ interestin’ for a while, even for an old lady like me. But like I said, I don’t know much about fancy wrestlin’ stuff. I just watch it now and then when there ain’t nothin’ else on TV. It’s better than lookin’ at a blank wall, I guess.
I reckon Adam Rose probably had his reasons for doin’ what he did, changin’ his name and all that dancin’. Maybe he just wanted to have some fun, or maybe he was tryin’ to make a livin’. It ain’t easy bein’ a wrestler, I bet. All that travelin’ and fightin’, it’d wear a body down. Just like farmin’, it ain’t for the faint of heart. You gotta be tough and you gotta be willin’ to work hard. And sometimes, you gotta be willin’ to dance a little, even if you don’t feel like it.
So that’s my take on Adam Rose. He was a wrestler, a party animal, and a fella who got into some trouble. But ain’t we all a little bit of all those things? Just tryin’ to make our way in this world, the best we can. And sometimes, we just gotta dance, even when the music stops.
