Y’ALL Y’ALL Y’ALL
I went to Mick Foley’s comedy show on Long Island tonight, which was very enjoyable. After the show, I stood in line to meet him. Although he’d just been a few feet away from me when he was onstage, and I was comfortable and relaxed, when it came time to speak to him my hands were shaking.
I walked up and gave him my book to sign (Have A Nice Day). I told him how much I respected the work he did with RAINN and Mick’s eyes lit up. He asked me if I lived on LI, and I told him no, I live in Queens. He asked me if I came with anyone, and I said no, I was alone. By this point I’m trembling, blinking away tears, and whispering because Mick Foley is talking to me. My proof right here.
Mick said, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll take you home after the signing, okay?” He then signed and chatted with everyone in line, making sure we all got autographs and photos. After the last few people left, it was just me and him left. I asked if I could help him pick up, which he was very happy about. We each bundled a bunch of t-shirts and pictures into our arms and he led me to his car. I’m in disbelief and biting my tongue to make sure this is real.
The comedian Brendon Burns, who had performed with Foley, hitched a ride along with us. We had a lively conversation about The Wrestler and politics and other things which are none of your business because they’re personal. Mick also got me a sandwich although I was in such shock all I could do was nibble the salad.
Mick drove me to my front door in Queens. I hopped out and crossed around to the other side of the car to say goodbye, when I saw him writing his phone number on a scrap piece of paper. I started crying all over again. He also GAVE ME a copy of Countdown to Lockdown and got out of the car to give me a big hug. I waved goodbye and Mick and Brendon stayed to watch and make sure I got in my building safe.
I NAME DROPPED THE STRAIGHT DOPE TO THEM Y’ALL.
So Mick Foley’s phone number is now in my phone, my two signed books are beside me as I type this, and I am still in shock. I never never never thought one of my favorite wrestlers and celebrities of all time, period, would spend over an hour with me, buy me dinner, drive me home, and give me his phone number. If CM Punk knocked on my door, dropped to one knee, and proposed to me, I couldn’t be more amazed.
Mick Foley is EXACTLY what you’ll hope he’ll be: a big sweet teddy bear of a man with a heart the size of Long Island, if not bigger. I am joyous. The world is beautiful.
Mick Foley is good.