So I'm at work doing graveyard shift security at the hospital as I have been doing for the last seven months, then word comes along that a legend of the sport of professional wrestling is in rehab in the hospital (for his amputeed leg) just two floors up.
Well, I had absolutely no idea that Maurice "Mad Dog" Vachon, the man himself was just above me in a bed resting. Wow!
So my partner and I (he made the arrangements with the nursing staff) went to visit him, making sure that he had his breakfast and we weren't disturbing him (I didn't want to be a total mark) and what a class act this guy is. I mean I know I supposed to hate this guy, but he was so cool! A legend in my midst-CROIKY!!
We talked about wrestling (of course) Montreal (where I was born, but not raised) his family and the fact that my sister used to hang out with his daughter when they were in grade school (I don't know if it was his daughter or Luna Vachon) and just people in general.
