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My 9 year old son wanted me to take him to a wrestling match. This was about a year ago. I didn't want to go, but paid the exorbitant price for tickets and took him because that is what you do for your kids. I had a really rough day at work and was tired as hell the night we went. This tag team match came up and the wrestlers came out with glow sticks. Seemed like all the kids had them too. Everybody stood up to watch the match and I felt this was the perfect time to take a little snooze. Those damned wrestlers threw their glow sticks in to the audience for kids to get and one of them hit me smack dab in the middle of the forehead. I woke up to see kids scrambling for something and my little boy was pissed that I didn't catch the glow stick for him. That was my first and last WWE experience.
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