After chatting with Mr. Samples about wrestling we loaded The parts of the ring into the back of the truck. Imagine putting 12 sixteen foot poles into the back of a 8 foot flatbed. As we drove off Andrew and I stared with worry out the back window at the teetering ring. Every bump made it appear as though it would fall. Finally to ease our double heart attack we stopped and bought 4 twenty pound bags of salt to place on top of the poles.
After a hellish trip home where Andrew proved me wrong by finding a way to fall asleep propped up by his hand, we made it back to Eaton Rapids. After a very tiring drive back to Lansing I fell into a coma. but before I did I thought of the 14 hour trip we had just made, and how we hadn't gotten ourselves ... a professional ring. |
