Rant #2,891: Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head

How as your Mother’s Day weekend?
 
Mine was great, and I hope that your weekend was too.
 
And my weekend not only had tributes to the mothers in my life, but also had a lot of body body slams and suplexes and “one-two-threes,” too.
 
Let’s start with Mother’s Day, which is always a very special day of the year.
 
We honored the three mothers present—my wife, my sister and my mother—during the festivities yesterday, and they all deserve a big “thank you” from the others assembled there for being what they are and will always be to us—the most important women in our lives (including perhaps a future mother, my daughter).
 
We ate and laughed and ate and laughed and ate and laughed some more, and I ate a bit too much, to be honest with you.
 
And that is because my sister decided to extend my 65th birthday into May, and she made so many good things to eat that I could not control myself like I normally do.
 
I kind of felt obligated to eat and eat some more, and later on, I felt the effects.
 
But I have to say that it was pretty much all worth it, because between this extended celebration and the Mother’s Day celebration, I mean, what could be bad?
 
The Mother’s Day weekend actually started on Friday night for us, with “us” translating to myself and my son.

On one of the bleariest days of the year, when the rain was cascading from the sky as if it was coming from a shower spout, we made it to the Nassau Coliseum here on Long Island to take in a Smackdown show from the WWE.

 
We had purchased the tickets months ago, and who knew that the day was going to be such a horrid one way back then?
 
But it was just that.
 
Driving to the Coliseum was horrid, and coming home from the Coliseum was even worse, but somehow, my son and I made it in through in one piece.
 
We drove to the arena, went to the entrance we normally go to to enter the parking lot, but inexplicably, barriers were up, so we could not drive in.
 
They were temporary barriers, so we figured that as the evening moved on, we would gain entrance that way, the way I have personally entered this arena since it opened in 1973, or at least since I have been able to drive myself there, beginning in 1974.
 
Anyway, we were waiting and waiting, and finally some attendants came out and told us that we could not gain entrance this way, and that we had to drive around to the other side of the arena.
 
So we and about 20 other cars did just that, and we parked on the other side of the Nassau Coliseum, which I have never liked doing because it does not provide access directly onto the parkway as parking where I normally do does.
 
We parked, and then waited on a line to get in that stretched pretty far back outdoors.
 
The line built up like this on such a horrid evening because I am sure that the rest of the people on line received the same email I did, that doors opened at 6:15 p.m. for a show that started at 7:45 p.m.
 
But evidently the email was only sent to people like me, because as we were getting pelted with rain, the doors opened at about 6:30 p.m. or so.
 
We entered, found our seats, and watched the show for the next two and half hours or so, which wasn’t even sufficient time to dry up from the rain.
 
As regular readers know, I compare these shows to the old circus, with lots of young kids in attendance and cotton candy flowing like silk through the crowd, but you have not lived until you hear a six year old shouting at the top of his or her lungs “You suck!” at a wrestler he or she doesn’t like.
 
There was a kid behind me—and I mean directly behind my seat in the next row up—who was screeching at the top of his lungs for two and a half hours non-stop.
 
His father even told him that if he continued to do this, he would have no voice on Saturday, but the kid was so hopped up on cotton candy and soda that he didn’t—probably couldn’t—stop, and my ears were pelted with this screeching for the entire time we were there.
 
When the show was over we exited the arena, but with the rain coming down at an even greater pace, my son and I could not find our car.
 
My glasses were drenched with rain, and we kept on walking past it, but my eagle-eyed son finally found it, and as I wiped my glasses off, we tried to exit, but since all cars were directed to this part of the parking lot like we were, we were basically stuck in parking lot purgatory for quite a while.
 
We finally got to the road—not the highway, but a main road in Nassau County--exited, found the highway, and drove home, drenched inside and out and driving extremely carefully, as the rain was so heavy that visibility was about zero.
 
We still got home before 11 p.m., stripped down to our civvies and got into some dry clothing …
 
And then after a day to really dry out on Saturday, we then watched a WWE pay-per-view event on Sunday evening after the Mother’s Day festivities.
 
Am I getting too old for all of this?
 
Nah, I may officially be an old fogey at age 65, but I am still very young at heart.
 
Bring it on!
 
And Happy Mother’s Day to all!
 
“Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head … .”
 
(And a final shout out to someone near and dear to me who had some surgery this weekend. Get better soon!)