A little family history

Here's a funny story my Daddy told me today about my Great-Granddaddy Talbott...

Back in the day when my dad was a little kid, his Granddaddy would always watch wrestling on TV. (By wrestling, I mean WWF style "rasslin'"...not the official stuff that people do in high school or college.) He thought the stuff was 100% real (you mean it's not?), and he would always be up and jumping around yelling at the TV and yelling at the bad guys the whole night. Craziness, but I would have loved to have been there! My dad and his cousin Robbie promised their Granddaddy that when they got old enough to drive, they would take him to watch a match at the coliseum in Knoxville. So, they did. Well, that night the two "bad guys" were double teaming a good guy about half way through the match. My dad looked up for Granddaddy, and he was nowhere to be found. He and Robbie were frantically searching the crowd when they spotted him...carrying his folding chair down the center aisle to help stick up for the good guys. They started screaming, "NO! You can't do that! Come back here!" Finally they got his attention before he made his way to the front and got his butt kicked by a bunch of big guys. He was going nuts about how someone needs to stick up for the good guys! From what I understand he thought the stuff was really real until the day he died. He refused to believe that it could all be scripted. :)

Maybe there's where I get it from...fighting like crazy to stick up for the people who can't stick up for themselves.