No sadly, that quote is not my own but that of the MC of the Micro Wrestling Federation, or as it’s more commonly known, midget wresting. “The Greatest Little Show on Earth” graced Indianapolis with it’s presence last Thursday at Talbott Street. I’m fully aware that this last week’s news but it was an event that deserves my acknowledgment nonetheless.

Jesika and I arrived just in the nick of ummm half-time and were able to get our $10 Polaroid with the Micros. You say a waste of $10, I say precious photos for the grandchildren.

The show resumed and once I was able to move past my moral discomfort, I found myself rooting on a 275 lb, 4’6 man named Meatball.
That was until he dropped trou and unleashed a bare white rear that a hailstorm would be jealous of. He proceed to rub said rear on the face of another man. I felt my maui roll resurface and thought it would be best to head home. Yet when it was time to set one foot in the front of the other I realized I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was slowing down for the accident.

I was told that night that the show at Talbott was their fifty third show of the year. The YEAR. Fifty three shows at an average of five grand booking fee per show. Economic downturn? I think not.