By Brawler Milonas
I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking that this thing has lasted much longer than I ever could’ve imagined. I recently was talking to a friend and feeling guilty. I was thinking about all the things I’m missing and the things I can’t do. I’m one of the lucky ones, though.
While I’ve had friends and family who have gotten sick, they have all recovered completely. I’ve not been negatively impacted financially by this situation either when so many have. Overall, me and my family have been very lucky during this crazy time and because of that, I was telling my friend how guilty I was feeling about being sad about the things I’m missing. His response? “It’s OK to be selfish occasionally. It’s OK to be sad about the things you’re missing.”
I miss wrestling so much. My last match was on February 28 in Nashville, TN. When I wrestled that night, never did I think I’d be approaching three months off as I sit here writing this. I miss my Ring of Honor family, too. The feeling inside our locker room and amongst this group of men and women is amazing. We work hard, we block out the noise from the outside and we put on the best professional wrestling on the planet. What the fans don’t see is how much we all have each other’s backs and how much we all genuinely enjoy being around each other. It’s special.
I miss getting flight notifications and emails telling us where we’re staying and what time we need to be at the arena. I miss getting on airplanes and honestly, I miss the funny look on people’s faces when they realize they have the middle seat next to me. I’ve never told anyone this but I’m kind of a large human being. I miss cramming into minivans with five or six other people plus our luggage and driving three hours from one town to another.
That’s enough lamenting though because there is so damn much to look forward to. I’m looking forward to that first time I walk into a locker room and I see my family. I can’t wait to share some beers with The Beer City Bruiser. I can’t wait to see Josh Woods annoy Silas Young just as much when the camera isn’t rolling. I can’t wait to look at the Briscoe Brothers and Jay Lethal and feel lucky that I’ve gotten to share the ring with those generational talents. I can’t wait to be stressed out because it’s 15 minutes before showtime and Bobby Cruise still isn’t dressed for the show. I can’t wait to make the same stupid inside joke references with Todd Sinclair, the very same jokes we’ve laughed at for more than 15 years. Most of all, I just can’t wait to look around and be in the absolute best locker room I’ve ever been in.
I didn’t forget about Honor Nation either. You’re the reason I feel most lucky. I still get blown away that people are so invested and give a crap about me. I’m a fat kid from New Hampshire who has loved pro wrestling since before I can even remember. Ten-year-old me would think this is all so cool; 38-year-old me thinks it’s damn cool, too. I am grateful for anyone that has cheered for me, bought a ticket, made a sign, asked for an autograph or picture or bought a t-shirt. I’m looking forward to the next time I hear, “Hold my beer, watch this…” and everyone’s heads turn toward the stands. I can’t wait to walk through the crowd toasting everyone and slapping hands. I can’t wait to have our next Toast of Honor. As a matter of fact, the next time we’re together Honor Nation, I have two big favors. Let’s have the biggest, most wild wrestling party anyone has ever seen and let's have the biggest Toast of Honor of all-time! Now those are things to look forward to!