It's the lapsed fan wrestling podcast with Jack and Carnassio and J.P. Sorrow.

It's still real to be, damn it.

The lapsed fan.

In all my years in professional wrestling, I've never seen anything like it.

Oh, my God.

Drop kick in a beauty.

The God of God, the God of Money!

They kill me. Well, it's the Laps fan man, number one in the ring. Forget about Sassato. We're the real king of swing. When the bell goes hang, the kick like me, thrown in the corner as a splash like sting. Even Jerry King will take off the crown. Not in his head like his Delo Brown. When you get low down, when we go even higher. Flip you on your head, there's you no goo driver. You be spitting more knowledge, and dragon spits fire. Leave you more shock than when edge retires. Dropping more truth than a kind of sniper. Blash you with a coconut, Roddy Piper. Jack of JP.P.B. Like J. Y.D.

Drop the cupcakes of quoting the brain by bees.

The best podcast from start to close.

If you all benefit, here's a five-second pose.

So, Boss, as we go through the life in times of Terry Bolaya,

even before he became Hulk Hogan, there's so many figures in his life that he's talked about that we just

were endlessly fascinated by the perspective on Hulk Hogan before he was Hulk Hogan growing up in

Tampa. And we were going through, of course, his exploits in youth sports, not only in the

baseball diamond, but in the bowling alley as well. You recall this, right, boss? I do indeed.

It's crazy, you know, stuff we didn't even, we hardly knew about Hulk Hogan.

And you remember that picture from, I believe, the Tampa Tribune,

where there's a collection of young men who just won some bowling trophy.

And there's Terry in the background with his massive head taller taller than everybody else.

In the foreground, dressed to the nines was a young man by the name of Vic Pettit,

who we talked a bit about, who was a childhood friend of Terry Bolleus.

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