Wrasslin'

Growing up in the 50's and 60's in the Midwest, we had to invent our own fun. Sometimes it was building a two story snowfort out of the huge drifts in our front yard or jumping off the roof into the seven foot high behemouths behind our house.
My Grandfather Lloyd Kelley used to anticipate Saturday night All Star Wrestling on the tee vee and got all bent out of shape because he thought it was real. Buck Zumhoff, Mad Dog Vachon, Nick Bockwinkel and Bobby The Brain Heenan and of course my favorite and yours; The Crusher

Ya, You Betcha there now.

Yes I grew up in Minnesota, but don't hold that against me, and yes I knew people that spoke that way. Most of them were from "Up Nort." I'm from "The Cities," what they called the Minneapolis - St Paul area. More specifically my youth was spent in and around The Lake; Minnetonka that is; swimmin' holes and fishin' poles. My home town is actually Long Lake, a very distant poor cousin twice removed from the likes of Wayzata, home to the Pillsburys and other bastions of wealth and power. Aye, I was a mere sprout of a lad when I started working for me Dad mowing the lawns and a-planting the flowers for the well ta do, dontcha know. Oops, sorry, there I go mixing me Irish brogue with my Fargo-isms there now.
I have been living in Boston for the last ten years, and they make fun of our accents? I was working for a mason (brick layer type, not secret society type) when I first moved here. He told me to go get the taahhp, I said the top to what?, he said "the taahhp, the taahhp to covahh the cement, its startin' tah rain ya dummy." Oh you mean the tarp? Yeah that's what I said, the tahp.
Well that's enough of my ramblings for now, catch you later, Pat