Saturday was one of the strangest days I have ever experienced.
In the morning, we put our dog Max to sleep. He was a fine dog and I know he is in dog heaven now.
In the afternoon, we had some people over--my wife's side of the family--for a holiday get together.
And during the evening, my son and I saw a WWE wrestling house show at nearby Nassau Coliseum.
A house show is sort of like a pre-rehearsal or a dry run. You are not going to see any championship belts change hands, and while you will see some stars, you will also see plenty of bums.
The wrestlers are allowed to show more of their skills at these shows, because really nothing is on the line, except to put on a good show for the crowd.
And they did during the roughly three-hour show on Saturday night.
Playing to what I would say was less than half of capacity--TV shows and pay per views regularly draw sold-out crowds there and around the world--the WWE superstars put on a good show.
They played everything to the hilt, and wowed the audience--probably 75 percent kids from the ages of 5 to 16--with their moves, and with their mouths.
The good guys played that up to the max, the bad guys did everything bad guys are supposed to do to be bad guys--they put down Long Island, they put down the rickety Coliseum, they put down their competitors.
But the good guys won every match, the bad guys lost every match, and the WWE sold a lot of T-shirts.
Perfect fare for a cold December night right before the holidays.
My son and I had a nice time there. Our seats weren't that great, but we could see everything pretty clearly.
The crowd--the smallest I have every seen for a wrestling show there--was very loud and vocal, and cheered on their favorites and hissed and booed the villains.
And for me, it was a perfect tonic for what happened earlier that day.
Our dog sat by us many days that my son and I watched wrestling on TV. Every Friday, we would make popcorn as we watched the Smackdown show, and Max just loved popcorn, so we threw him some as we watched the show.
He loved it, he really did.
So as I watched the wrestling show unfolding before me, I did think of Max once or twice.
And I am sure in dog heaven, he really enjoyed that.
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