On A Pale Horse

In 1991 my Grandpa M. passed away which gave way to the second inheritance that I blew through like a whore on Michigan Avenue. I dropped coin on some of the dumbest things ever: comic books, aquarium supplies, feeder fish (what fun), Tyco racetrack sets, velvet Bruce Springsteen paintings, endless hours of playing Street Fighter II and, the point of this rant, tickets to WWF matches. And yes, they were WWF matches, not this WWE shit. I'm talking about the early 90's here when wrestling was going through a major wane, when you could get up front and personal with the wrestlers because there wasn't a damn soul in the Palace of Auburn Hills, when I was dating Booby. Aw god was it great.

I never saw Eddie Guerrero wrestle. I don't give a rat's tushy about wrestling anymore - it's just another thing that I make fun of my husband for watching.

On November 13th Guerrero was found dead in his hotel room in Minnesota at the Marriott City Center Hotel. The autopsy concluded that he passed away from heart failure from an undiagnosed heart disease possibly brought on by his past troubles with alcohol and drug abuse.

October 9, 1968 - November 13, 2005
RIP

Labels: 1968 births, 2005 November deaths, heart failure, sports