Post by Emerson on Feb 23, 2018 16:00:58 GMT -5
When I was a little kid I couldn't wait to get home from school and watch my favorite shows on TV. First the 60’s batman. It was sort of funny, campy but really not a good show. But I would not skip an episode. I guess deep down I kept hoping that one episode might finally be good. It never happened. I watched Gilligan's Island afterwards, hoping they would get a hero and get off the island. That never happened either. But on Saturday mornings I was rewarded with Spider man and his amazing friends. Spider man, Iceman, and Fire star, it was really a good cartoon. I wouldn't miss that cartoon for anything, sometimes they would show a few Hulk cartoons also. I was never a huge fan of the hulk but I still watched it religiously. I guess that's where my obsession with super heros started.
They were most times just regular people endowed with great power but they still had problems like everyone else. And after my cartoons were over Id put an old little blanket on my shoulders and run around outside pretending to be my favorite hero of the day.
As I got older that idea never really went away. But I realized I would never be that kind of hero. So I tried volunteering in my city. Old folks homes, soup kitchens, goodwill. And while I felt good. There was still something missing. I didn't feel whole yet.
Then one day my son came along, my world changed. I changed. His mother didn't stick around too long and it was just him and me. Him and me against the world. And I learned I could be a stronger and better man with him, for him. And that was the closest I could feel to being like my childhood idols.
I will never be a genius. I will never be super strong or super fast. Or fight crime in the middle of the night. I will always be just an average man trying to get by. And I am fine with that. Not everyone can be special. Some of us have to do the menial jobs that no one wants. And that's OK. I have made my peace with my life and cards I was dealt. I wouldn't change a thing.
So this brings me to Jamo. Jamo who are you really? Don't talk about hardcore or bloody matches, or how great you have been here or elsewhere. All that is just crap. And I don't need nor want crap. I want you to drop the facade for just a moment and be real. Talk to me as a real person and not some cheap character you dug up from a cracker jack box. Can you do that? Can you be real? Can you be not 2 dimensional?
You know what I wont hold my breath. Some people will always be what they are. And maybe with Jamo, what I see is what I get. Maybe there isn't really more to Jamo. Maybe he’s just a hardcore god who lives and breaths painful matches.
But that's all I have to say to Jamo today. That’s it for me, that's it for the week. I have nothing left in the tank, but make no mistake by Titans I will have plenty in the tank. By then you can count on it.
Fade to black
They were most times just regular people endowed with great power but they still had problems like everyone else. And after my cartoons were over Id put an old little blanket on my shoulders and run around outside pretending to be my favorite hero of the day.
As I got older that idea never really went away. But I realized I would never be that kind of hero. So I tried volunteering in my city. Old folks homes, soup kitchens, goodwill. And while I felt good. There was still something missing. I didn't feel whole yet.
Then one day my son came along, my world changed. I changed. His mother didn't stick around too long and it was just him and me. Him and me against the world. And I learned I could be a stronger and better man with him, for him. And that was the closest I could feel to being like my childhood idols.
I will never be a genius. I will never be super strong or super fast. Or fight crime in the middle of the night. I will always be just an average man trying to get by. And I am fine with that. Not everyone can be special. Some of us have to do the menial jobs that no one wants. And that's OK. I have made my peace with my life and cards I was dealt. I wouldn't change a thing.
So this brings me to Jamo. Jamo who are you really? Don't talk about hardcore or bloody matches, or how great you have been here or elsewhere. All that is just crap. And I don't need nor want crap. I want you to drop the facade for just a moment and be real. Talk to me as a real person and not some cheap character you dug up from a cracker jack box. Can you do that? Can you be real? Can you be not 2 dimensional?
You know what I wont hold my breath. Some people will always be what they are. And maybe with Jamo, what I see is what I get. Maybe there isn't really more to Jamo. Maybe he’s just a hardcore god who lives and breaths painful matches.
But that's all I have to say to Jamo today. That’s it for me, that's it for the week. I have nothing left in the tank, but make no mistake by Titans I will have plenty in the tank. By then you can count on it.
Fade to black
