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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 223
They started at the mouse fart weights, so Bob‟s match was a long time in the
making. We‟d all had a few beers before we got there, then periodically slipped out for
more whenever someone we weren‟t all that interested in came up. I‟ll admit, we stayed
for Frahm‟s match, and I think he won. It was like watching two third graders fight, but
it‟s not his fault he‟s the size of a hemorrhoid, it‟s only his fault he acts like one.
It seems some guys from Everett were doing the same damned thing we were,
sneaking out to the parking lot for a beer or twelve during matches of little interest.
Somebody said something derogatory to one of our guys. I think it was one of our
“fringe guys”, Bob Silky, who didn‟t really go places with us. He‟d sit with our group at
a game, maybe, but went home, or with other people, afterward. Bob was as tall as the
Empire State Building and suffered some terrible acne scars from his early teens. I think
he also talked with kind of a lisp, but he was a pretty good guy, all the same.
Whatever the friction was when it began, it worsened throughout the rest of the
meet. By the time the heavyweights finished wrestling, we had an unofficial meet set for
the parking lot.
I was among the first of our guys out there. I know both Chouinard twins, Dan
and Dave, were there, along with the oldest Chouinard, JC. He was a special guy. He
had a high school letter in practically every sport, was tanned even in the winter, and all
the girls seemed to think it was both an honor and a duty to have sex with him. That guy
could shit gold and burp dollars.
Dan Chouinard was the first of our guys to be involved. He was yelling in some
big guy‟s face and apparently saw the time was right for some action. He used a nasty
right cross that took the guy out of the rumble immediately, then turned and started
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