I've taken him out a few times and we've played catch, gone looking for graffiti tags around Cleveland's rougher neighborhoods and tried to answer the questions that he's too embarrassed to ask his mother.
So, another friend of mine who interns at a local shock jock radio show texted me to tell me that the Hulkster was in town to tape a wrestling match to be aired on TNT later this year.
Hmmm. Hulk Hogan? I'm not a big wrestling fan but I thought that my friend's son might get a kick out of meeting a guy who has received a lot of love and admiration from kids all around the globe.
I called my friend and her son seemed eager to meet him. They piled in their car, came to my place, and the three of us headed downtown. I never asked Joey if he liked wrestling or had a specific affinity for a 1980s wrestler most famous (to me at least) for his appearance in "Rocky III," a movie made almost twenty years before my son's friend was even born.
Hmmm. Hulk Hogan? I'm not a big wrestling fan but I thought that my friend's son might get a kick out of meeting a guy who has received a lot of love and admiration from kids all around the globe.
I called my friend and her son seemed eager to meet him. They piled in their car, came to my place, and the three of us headed downtown. I never asked Joey if he liked wrestling or had a specific affinity for a 1980s wrestler most famous (to me at least) for his appearance in "Rocky III," a movie made almost twenty years before my son's friend was even born.
Twenty minutes later we got to the Hyatt Regency, a hotel wedged into a historic shopping arcade in downtown Cleveland. The Euclid Arcade was built in the late 1800s, a relic from Cleveland's glorious industrial past. At about the same time "Rocky III" came out Cleveland was undergoing an architectural renaissance. Many of the hotels, theaters and office buildings headed for the wrecking ball had been saved by committees, foundations and citizens concerned with saving Cleveland's past. The Euclid Arcade was refitted and now is a cornerstone of both upscale shopping, trendy restaurants and a five story hotel that houses the Hyatt. Oh yeah, it's pretty central to most of downtown's sites and amenities so a LOT of visiting celebrities use it as their hub when they come to Cleveland.
So my friend, whose mid-forties' bladder isn't what it used to be, excused herself to attend to its needs. Joey and I hung out in the lobby when I asked him how many of Hogan's wrestling matches he had seen over the years.
He sheepishly told me that he had never seen a single match and that, honestly, he had no idea who Hulk Hogan was.
I was a little surprised at first but then realized that when the WWF was popular his mom was still in high school. I explained that you really couldn't mistake him upon seeing him; just keep your eye out for a tall balding guy with blond locks and a big ass handlebar mustache who had a fondness for brightly-colored clothes. I looked down to see my right shoelace untied; as I was about to bend over to tie it Joey yelled out, in a cavernous five-story, glass-roofed edifice, "THERE HE IS!!"
So my friend, whose mid-forties' bladder isn't what it used to be, excused herself to attend to its needs. Joey and I hung out in the lobby when I asked him how many of Hogan's wrestling matches he had seen over the years.
He sheepishly told me that he had never seen a single match and that, honestly, he had no idea who Hulk Hogan was.
I was a little surprised at first but then realized that when the WWF was popular his mom was still in high school. I explained that you really couldn't mistake him upon seeing him; just keep your eye out for a tall balding guy with blond locks and a big ass handlebar mustache who had a fondness for brightly-colored clothes. I looked down to see my right shoelace untied; as I was about to bend over to tie it Joey yelled out, in a cavernous five-story, glass-roofed edifice, "THERE HE IS!!"
I think the entire hotel heard us.
A few heads turned our way. My friend made her way back from the bathroom; she immediately recognized the Hulkster as he sat at the bar engaged in conversation with a man about half of his size.
I felt a little awkward interrupting his dinner. He was gracious and signed my 8x10. He posed for a picture with Joey, whose Cheshire Cat grin and wide eyes betrayed the notion that he was impressed by the man who, until ten minutes prior, had been a total stranger.
I felt a little awkward interrupting his dinner. He was gracious and signed my 8x10. He posed for a picture with Joey, whose Cheshire Cat grin and wide eyes betrayed the notion that he was impressed by the man who, until ten minutes prior, had been a total stranger.
Hogan was a cool guy; very polite and the polar opposite of my last celeb encounter several weeks prior when meeting Kevin Costner.
We walked back to the car as Joey updated his Facebook page to let his peers know that he just met Hulk Hogan.
We walked back to the car as Joey updated his Facebook page to let his peers know that he just met Hulk Hogan.
A declaration, I'm sure, that most of his friends responded with a hearty "Who the hell is that?"
As we drove home, I glanced at my first autographed picture in its spiffy new folder. It was to be the first of dozens that I would attain over the next few months. For a brief moment I wasn't thinking about my son's absence. And, maybe, that's what this hobby would help do: Keep my mind busy while I collected some interesting new stories and worried less and less about my son's well-being a few hundred miles away from both me and the almost-two-decades of ritual that we had both become accustomed.