<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… gasp in faux horror …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Professional wrestling is the only real sport! You can’t fake that stuff! It’s not like football injuries! If it was, they’d have yellow cards and all that stuff!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">________________________________________________<br/>RealLife™ story – Friend of mine was raised in Milwaukee, north of Chicago on Lake Michigan. Milwaukee wasn’t deemed as upscale as even Chicago let alone New York. Backwater, blue collar metropolis with Germans and Poles and other assorted ethnics.<br/>Early days of television, we had the UHF channels that carried local things. One Saturday night, my friend was perhaps 10 or 11 years old and they’re watching live pro wrestling from the Milwaukee Arena. The bad guy in the match had been hurled from the ring and up against the metal barriers that separated the wrestlers from the fans. This older lady in the first row was on her feet hitting this wrestler with her purse over the barrier. They recognized their grandmother.</span></span>