Wwe Wrestlemania

Wrestling With My Grandfather

If there is a heaven -- and if pay-per-view TV is free up there (it must be, right?) -- my grandfather will be watching Wrestlemania, sitting on the edge of a cloud-bed, hands balled into fists, rising and falling as each blow leads either Cena or Rock closer to victory. And when it's all over, he'll chuckle to himself, just as he used to do when we watched together.