Here I am in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I write to you from the lobby computer of the Sleep Inn on 33rd Street. I of course do not have my own laptop to type from. I did not arrive here via private plane or even commercial airliner.
No I drove the four hours down Interstate 169 from Kansas City in my maroon 1993 Chevy Silverado. You bet your ass it’s 4-wheel drive. No air conditioning of course; that would make me a pussy. It was just me and the moon and the stars and the corn fields. I was of course listening to country radio, but mostly to my thoughts.
Y’see the last time I drove to Oklahoma was back in April. My opponent was Jon Ott, also from Kansas City. I knew he was a great collegiate wrestler and a strong fella, so of course I wanted to keep the fight on my feet.