Post by Stu-E Price on Jul 23, 2007 15:10:56 GMT -5
One of my dad's most unforgettable wrestlers was Andre the Giant. His real name was Andre Rene Roussimoff. He was seven foot four and weighed 450 pounds. When I first met him in 1975, I was 12 years old, so he was beyond big. It was like looking at a huge dinosaur.
I'll never forget his gigantic hands. He was sitting in my dad's living room and my little brother Owen and I were playing around him. He let me try on his ring. It slipped right over my wrist. This really scared me because up until I’d met Andre, I thought my dad could beat up anybody in the world. I believed he was invincible. There wasn't anybody who could outwrestle my dad. What the Pope is to religion, that's what I thought my dad was to wrestling, amateur and professional. Andre The Giant was the first person—the only person—I thought my dad would have a hard time with. Then my mom compounded my fear by telling us Andre was temperamental.
Every July, Andre would come to Calgary for Stampede Week. The Calgary Stampede began as a small rodeo in 1912 and is now one of the biggest cash rodeos anywhere. Dubbed "the greatest outdoor show on earth," it attracts more than a million visitors a year. It takes over the city for 10 days every summer.
When Andre first started coming up, he was fairly humble. He'd stay in a small hotel and wrestle some local guys without complaint. But as his celebrity grew, so did his demands. He would insist time off to watch an exotic dancer named Babette Bardot.
Babette became a friend of our family. Her kids, Bianca and Bobby, were the same age as my younger brother Owen and me. She was married to a fellow named Bob Baker. Bob was her manager and the leader of the small band that accompanied her act. Thanks to some early cosmetic surgery, Babette had the Dolly Parton chest. She was beautiful and spoke with a sexy French accent. She showed us photos of her posing with Joey Bishop and Merv Griffin, so I figured she was a real celebrity.
Babette and her family traveled to Calgary each year to perform at the Majestic Inn, a semi-seedy hotel on Calgary's south side. Babette had a lunchtime show and an evening show. I remember sitting in the show at lunchtime with Bianca watching Babette do back walkovers and some fairly tough acrobatics. As a finale she took off her skimpy bathing suit top, which had only covered her nipples anyway. When Bianca clapped and cheered, I was floored. The idea of my mother taking her top off in public was beyond comprehension.
Year after year this little family would stay in Alberta for a month. They'd come up for two weeks in Calgary and stay with us, then Babette and Bob would head for Edmonton and leave their kids at our house. That is until 1975. Bob was a bully and so was Bobby. Bobby was forever beating on Bianca and my parents barred them from our home forever when Owen and Bobby got into a fight and Bobby pushed Owen into the closet. Big Bob held Owen down while Bobby peppered him with rabbit punches.
In 1973 Babette billed herself as Miss Stampede Wrestling and Andre was front row center at most of her shows. This became a problem because he was reluctant to miss any of her performances, even when they conflicted with his wrestling schedule. Sometimes my dad wanted him to travel out of the city to Regina or Montana, but while Babette was in town, Andre balked at the road trips.
One time when Babette was in Edmonton, Andre did agree to go to Montana for a show, but they were late. My brother Smith loaded him into my dad's Cadillac, a gray Brougham De Elegance. Andre usually didn't travel in a car because of his size, but this Cadillac had a sunroof. With his head sticking out of it and Smith driving 120 miles an hour, they headed for the border. When they were just past Del Bonita, Alberta and the border was within spitting distance, the RCMP began chasing them.
Smith knew they'd never make it to the show if he stopped. He also knew if he could just get to the border the RCMP wouldn't be able to touch him. So he floored it and flew into Sweetgrass, Montana. Later, Andre admitted he had never felt true fear in his life until that driving trip with Smith Hart.
One of my first memories is of my dad taking a grizzly bear for a walk. I remember watching my dad's powerful body with his perfect posture, leading the hulking 600-pound animal on a thick rope around our yard. The bear's name was Terrible Ted and belonged to an animal trainer named Dave McKigney, aka Bearman, Wildman, Canadian Wildman and, the name my dad knew him by, Gene Dubois.
Dubois was born in Toronto but made his home in North Bay, Ontario. His hair and beard were long and shaggy and he looked like a bear. That was part of his gimmick. He came to Calgary at the end of June one year and stayed in our yard that winter. Terrible Ted lived under our front porch next to a U-haul trailer that Dubois slept in.
Terrible Ted wrestled on the circuit my dad set up. In British Columbia, there was High Level, Hundred Mile House, Fort Nelson and Golden. In Alberta, the stops included Jasper, Calgary, Lethbridge, Rocky Mountain House, Red Deer, Edmonton and Medicine Hat. The circuit continued with North Battleford, Saskatoon, Prince Albert, Regina and Moose Jaw in Saskatchewan and Billings, Great Falls and Helena in Montana.
A grizzly bear is one of the toughest, most ferocious animals alive, yet a wrestler called The Great Antonio used to make the bear cower due to an incident that happened at one of the matches. Antonio was a big, ugly, hairy wrestler from Yugoslavia. Maurice “Mad Dog” Vachon, a famous wrestler and promoter, sent him to Calgary from Montreal.
Mad Dog is still a folk hero in Quebec today. He came from a family of 13 children. Several of them got into wrestling, including Paul “The Butcher,” Vivien Vachon and their niece, Luna Vachon. Mad Dog and The Butcher bit heads and scratched eyeballs around the world.
Mad Dog started as a legitimate amateur. He represented Canada in the 1948 Olympics in London, finishing seventh in the middleweight class. Professionally, he was always a loose cannon, sometimes the hated heel, sometimes the underdog hero. In October 1987, he lost a leg after being hit by a car near his home in Iowa while out for some exercise.
Mad Dog wanted the 400 pound Antonio to get some experience with my dad out west. Dad had trouble finding guys to wrestle him because he was so big and clumsy so he decided to put him up against Terrible Ted. The first couple of minutes of each match the bear would get really annoyed. The Great Antonio would slap its head and the bear would smack Antonio back, leaving big welts and bruises all over his arms.
During one match things got a little carried away and Antonio threw the bear out of the ring through the bottom rope and into the crowd. The fans scattered screaming and crying as the bear scrambled to its feet trying to flee. But it had a big chain around its neck and could only move forward 17 feet – the size of the ring. Dubois and all the other wrestlers on the card grabbed hold of the chain and pulled the terrified bear back into the ring. My dad said they almost ripped the poor bear's head off.
After a 15-minute struggle, Terrible Ted was mad. He was growling and spitting and ready to kill Antonio, so the match was suspended for another 10 minutes while Dubois tried to calm him. The fans were reluctant to take their seats again. Little kids were still whimpering and the adults were all shaking.
Knowing the bear loved junk food, Dubois handed him a bottle of Coke, and it swatted it across the ring like a petulant kid. The crowd began to laugh and returned to their seats. The match resumed. The crowd got their money's worth.
During that tour my dad decided to offer a $1,500 prize to anyone who could pin the bear in the ring. In 1968, $1,500 was an absolute fortune. When they got back to Calgary during the Stampede, a young girl in her twenties and weighing only 115 pounds, stepped up from the audience and said she wanted to wrestle the bear.
My dad said, "Ah, we can't have girls wrestling the bear." But the girl insisted. "I grew up on a farm. I've been around animals my whole life, horses, cows, dogs, cats, you name it. I'm really good with them. I have a special rapport with animals."
My dad held strong. "No, we are not going to have any girls wrestling the gaddamned bear. It's too dangerous." But the girl pleaded with him and finally convinced him to let her into the ring.
The bear had her pinned in less than 10 seconds. He straddled her and was getting set to crush her with his full weight when my dad lunged into the ring and grabbed her by the ankles. He yanked her out from between the bear's legs mere seconds before the bear plunked down full force.
The girl was embarrassed and accused my dad of robbing her of the chance to beat the bear. She stupidly insisted she be given another chance. This time my dad politely, but firmly sent her on her way.
Sweet Daddy Siki loved to wrestle the bear. He was charming with the animal. The charismatic African American was wrestling's answer to Little Richard. He wore high hair like Don King's, bleached white or sometimes dyed pink. He wore trunks covered in thin black and white stripes. My dad used to call him the black Gorgeous George of his day. He made dramatic entrances squirting perfume in front of him to fight off the foul odor of his opponents.
Siki had a long wrestling career, from the 1950s to the 1990s. Siki and the bear had some great matches with Sweet Daddy often making it look like Terrible Ted was getting the better of him. This really worked because Sweet Daddy was perceived as such a narcissist. He was particularly successful in Toronto and Calgary, where he had a second career as a country singer. He attracted a lot of ring rats including some high-school girls from Regina.
Terrible Ted was Dubois’s first bear and far less ferocious than his second – Smokey. In July 1978, Dubois left Smokey's cage door open when he ran into his house to answer the phone. Smokey entered the house and sniffed the air. Dubois' girlfriend Lynn Orser was upstairs in bed, and she was having her period. The smell apparently led Smokey right to her and he mauled her to death. The incident made headlines and the Ontario Humane Society took the bear away. Dubois died in a car accident on the TransCanada Highway that same year when he swerved to avoid a moose.
Dubois also had an alligator with him the year he and Terrible Ted lived at our house. He would wrestle it and during the match, he'd force its jaws open and stick his head in its mouth.
That winter while the bear hibernated, Dubois took the alligator on the road. It was housed in an open cage that sat on the floor at the back of the unheated van. It was absolutely freezing in that cage driving from town to town in the western Canadian winter. Alligators are ectothermic so by the time they arrived at their destinations the alligator would be pretty damned cold. They'd work on it for over an hour, rubbing it and wrapping it in heated towels so that it could move.
When they got back to Calgary, my dad let Dubois keep the alligator under our big front porch steps next to where Ted was hibernating. But nobody knew that except my dad and Dubois. They fed it raw chicken and coconut-covered marshmallows. Dad didn't dare tell my mom. I can just hear what she would have said. "Goddamn it, Stu! I don't need any alligators! Christ!"
My dad has always insisted we protect my mom from knowing about things she doesn't want to know. To this day if we see a mouse in the house, we aren't allowed to say anything because he says she would pack up and leave.
We had all kinds of unusual animals at one time or another. Al Oeming, a man who built his own wild animal zoo in Alberta, would bring wolves and his cheetah over for visits.
We had a ferocious police dog staying at our house for a few months when Owen and I were in junior high. It was a Doberman owned by Kim Klokeied, a policeman who wanted to get into wrestling. He brought this dog down from Edmonton to Calgary while he trained with my dad, but his apartment superintendent refused to let him keep it there. So my dad let it stay in our basement furnace room.
Owen and I used to play in the basement all the time and we would approach the dog in an attempt to make friends with it. It pulled against its chain, snapping and snarling and foaming at the mouth, straining in its desire to rip our throats out. We'd come within a foot of its fangs and I remember Owen looking quizzically at it one day and saying, "Boy, that's a mean dog."
One of my dad's favorite matches was with a male tiger named Sasha. Sasha was borrowed from The Ringling Brothers Traveling Circus when it came to town during Stampede Week. My mom had no idea Dad was in the ring with Sasha. Even though she knew he was capable enough, he didn't want her to worry. He told her he was just "doing a little socializing" with the tiger in the ring, "introducing it."
Sasha still had all of his claws and his teeth and must have been a wrestler in another life because he used to head-mare my dad all around the ring. This means he would grab my dad by the back of the neck and flip him over. My dad would try to get behind the tiger to put it in a headlock or go through the tiger's legs to take it down. The tiger actually threw my dad over the top rope and dad took a bump outside the ring. They had great chemistry. Dad loved that tiger. He said it was such a good-looking cat.
Two other wrestlers who made an impression on me as a kid were Billy Leon and Benny Loyd McCrary, aka Billy and Benny McGuire, the world's heaviest twins. They weighed 743 and 723 pounds respectively. Dad billed them as two 800 pounders. They didn't like to call themselves fat. They preferred the word, ‘heavy.’
The McGuires were born December 7, 1946 in Hendersonville, North Carolina and have held the record as The World's Heaviest Twins in the Guinness Book of World Records since 1968.
They usually came to Calgary during Stampede week. My dad used to arrange for all his wrestlers to participate in the Stampede Parade. The twins rode little Honda motorcycles and their fat billowed over the handlebars, past the footrests to mere inches above the ground. One year, Benny's bike blew a tire so he had to hoof it the last few blocks of the route. The effort left him a deep shade of purple.
The twins billed themselves as the undefeated tag team of the world. Their big thing was to ‘splash' the guy they were wrestling. One of them would get onto the bottom rope at the turnbuckle where the padded ring post is. Using it as a springboard, he would jump up and belly flop on an opponent being held down by the other twin. The crowd would go wild.
In the early seventies, my dad and mom took their gold, four-door convertible Cadillac De Ville to the airport to pick up the McGuire twins. Knowing the boys couldn't sit side by side, my mom slipped into the backseat. When Billy sat down in the front, the seat collapsed. Dad got out and wedged a crowbar behind the seat to stop Billy from squishing my mom. Because the crowbar worked so well, he never bothered to take the car in to get it properly fixed. That's how things were in our family. Patched up.
Dad didn't know what to do with the twins once he had them in the car. He didn't want to take them home because they might fall through the floor, so he dropped them off at BJ's Gym. BJ and my older sister, Georgia, who was 20 at the time, were newlyweds. BJ was a firefighter who opened a boxing gym where my dad's wrestlers weight-trained. Wrestlers are big guys, so the equipment was all industrial strength and the gym had a solid cement floor. My dad figured both the twins and the building would be safe.
Georgia was horrified when the twins left their spittoon next to the toilet. She had never seen one before and thought they were using it as a potty. Later, Georgia whispered to Owen and me that the twins couldn't reach over their stomachs to aim at the urinals so they had strings tied to their birds. I said, "Oh, that's terrible!" But Owen thought it was really funny.
Georgia said sometimes they couldn't get hold of the string so they just aimed in the direction of the toilet. She said BJ was pretty mad because they were not very careful and they were peeing all over the floor. In addition, one of them cracked the porcelain bowl when he sat on it and there was a big crack in BJ's floor near the dumbbells where they had been standing.
As the week wore on, the twins had some good heart-to-heart talks with BJ and Georgia. They confessed they had been diagnosed with a pituitary problem. They were normal until they were four years old and contracted the German measles. They said they were really hurt when Johnny Carson had them on as guests and tried to make fools of them, having them stuff their faces with pie and treating them like big pigs.
They further told Georgia they were kicked out of school in the tenth grade. They said by that time they each weighed more than 600 pounds and had to carry special chairs from class to class. The chairs were heavy and it took them a while to do this. One day the principal made fun of them for being so slow and they jumped him, which got them kicked out of school forever. It broke their mother's heart, but there was nothing they could do. So they took off for Texas in a 1953 Chevy half ton.
After the incident with the car seat, Dad began transporting the twins in an old yellow school bus that often broke down. My poor mom and dad spent forever getting those wrestlers to the shows. They often had to get out and walk or hitchhike. Normally, the only distance Billy and Benny walked was from their dressing room to the ring or to a waiting car, but one July day they had to hitchhike in the pouring rain. Two sopping wet, 800-pound guys hitchhiking. They didn't get picked up.
Another big hit for my dad was the midgets, the little people. He brought in three of them: Coconut Willy, Roland Barriault aka Frenchy Lamonte and Wolfman Kevin. They just loved my dad. He was like Santa Claus and they were the elves. He treated them like they were regular people. That was my dad. He treated everybody the same. He'd give you a pat on the head and a peanut butter sandwich. He wasn't this side-show promoter with a big cigar in his mouth, puffing away, saying, "Yeah, do this, do that."
It must have been funny to see the midgets, the world's heaviest twins and a host of other crazy wrestlers, including Sweet Daddy Siki and The Great Antonio walking along the side of the road after a bus breakdown. Fortunately the bear and the alligator never had to hitchhike.
I'll never forget his gigantic hands. He was sitting in my dad's living room and my little brother Owen and I were playing around him. He let me try on his ring. It slipped right over my wrist. This really scared me because up until I’d met Andre, I thought my dad could beat up anybody in the world. I believed he was invincible. There wasn't anybody who could outwrestle my dad. What the Pope is to religion, that's what I thought my dad was to wrestling, amateur and professional. Andre The Giant was the first person—the only person—I thought my dad would have a hard time with. Then my mom compounded my fear by telling us Andre was temperamental.
Every July, Andre would come to Calgary for Stampede Week. The Calgary Stampede began as a small rodeo in 1912 and is now one of the biggest cash rodeos anywhere. Dubbed "the greatest outdoor show on earth," it attracts more than a million visitors a year. It takes over the city for 10 days every summer.
When Andre first started coming up, he was fairly humble. He'd stay in a small hotel and wrestle some local guys without complaint. But as his celebrity grew, so did his demands. He would insist time off to watch an exotic dancer named Babette Bardot.
Babette became a friend of our family. Her kids, Bianca and Bobby, were the same age as my younger brother Owen and me. She was married to a fellow named Bob Baker. Bob was her manager and the leader of the small band that accompanied her act. Thanks to some early cosmetic surgery, Babette had the Dolly Parton chest. She was beautiful and spoke with a sexy French accent. She showed us photos of her posing with Joey Bishop and Merv Griffin, so I figured she was a real celebrity.
Babette and her family traveled to Calgary each year to perform at the Majestic Inn, a semi-seedy hotel on Calgary's south side. Babette had a lunchtime show and an evening show. I remember sitting in the show at lunchtime with Bianca watching Babette do back walkovers and some fairly tough acrobatics. As a finale she took off her skimpy bathing suit top, which had only covered her nipples anyway. When Bianca clapped and cheered, I was floored. The idea of my mother taking her top off in public was beyond comprehension.
Year after year this little family would stay in Alberta for a month. They'd come up for two weeks in Calgary and stay with us, then Babette and Bob would head for Edmonton and leave their kids at our house. That is until 1975. Bob was a bully and so was Bobby. Bobby was forever beating on Bianca and my parents barred them from our home forever when Owen and Bobby got into a fight and Bobby pushed Owen into the closet. Big Bob held Owen down while Bobby peppered him with rabbit punches.
In 1973 Babette billed herself as Miss Stampede Wrestling and Andre was front row center at most of her shows. This became a problem because he was reluctant to miss any of her performances, even when they conflicted with his wrestling schedule. Sometimes my dad wanted him to travel out of the city to Regina or Montana, but while Babette was in town, Andre balked at the road trips.
One time when Babette was in Edmonton, Andre did agree to go to Montana for a show, but they were late. My brother Smith loaded him into my dad's Cadillac, a gray Brougham De Elegance. Andre usually didn't travel in a car because of his size, but this Cadillac had a sunroof. With his head sticking out of it and Smith driving 120 miles an hour, they headed for the border. When they were just past Del Bonita, Alberta and the border was within spitting distance, the RCMP began chasing them.
Smith knew they'd never make it to the show if he stopped. He also knew if he could just get to the border the RCMP wouldn't be able to touch him. So he floored it and flew into Sweetgrass, Montana. Later, Andre admitted he had never felt true fear in his life until that driving trip with Smith Hart.
One of my first memories is of my dad taking a grizzly bear for a walk. I remember watching my dad's powerful body with his perfect posture, leading the hulking 600-pound animal on a thick rope around our yard. The bear's name was Terrible Ted and belonged to an animal trainer named Dave McKigney, aka Bearman, Wildman, Canadian Wildman and, the name my dad knew him by, Gene Dubois.
Dubois was born in Toronto but made his home in North Bay, Ontario. His hair and beard were long and shaggy and he looked like a bear. That was part of his gimmick. He came to Calgary at the end of June one year and stayed in our yard that winter. Terrible Ted lived under our front porch next to a U-haul trailer that Dubois slept in.
Terrible Ted wrestled on the circuit my dad set up. In British Columbia, there was High Level, Hundred Mile House, Fort Nelson and Golden. In Alberta, the stops included Jasper, Calgary, Lethbridge, Rocky Mountain House, Red Deer, Edmonton and Medicine Hat. The circuit continued with North Battleford, Saskatoon, Prince Albert, Regina and Moose Jaw in Saskatchewan and Billings, Great Falls and Helena in Montana.
A grizzly bear is one of the toughest, most ferocious animals alive, yet a wrestler called The Great Antonio used to make the bear cower due to an incident that happened at one of the matches. Antonio was a big, ugly, hairy wrestler from Yugoslavia. Maurice “Mad Dog” Vachon, a famous wrestler and promoter, sent him to Calgary from Montreal.
Mad Dog is still a folk hero in Quebec today. He came from a family of 13 children. Several of them got into wrestling, including Paul “The Butcher,” Vivien Vachon and their niece, Luna Vachon. Mad Dog and The Butcher bit heads and scratched eyeballs around the world.
Mad Dog started as a legitimate amateur. He represented Canada in the 1948 Olympics in London, finishing seventh in the middleweight class. Professionally, he was always a loose cannon, sometimes the hated heel, sometimes the underdog hero. In October 1987, he lost a leg after being hit by a car near his home in Iowa while out for some exercise.
Mad Dog wanted the 400 pound Antonio to get some experience with my dad out west. Dad had trouble finding guys to wrestle him because he was so big and clumsy so he decided to put him up against Terrible Ted. The first couple of minutes of each match the bear would get really annoyed. The Great Antonio would slap its head and the bear would smack Antonio back, leaving big welts and bruises all over his arms.
During one match things got a little carried away and Antonio threw the bear out of the ring through the bottom rope and into the crowd. The fans scattered screaming and crying as the bear scrambled to its feet trying to flee. But it had a big chain around its neck and could only move forward 17 feet – the size of the ring. Dubois and all the other wrestlers on the card grabbed hold of the chain and pulled the terrified bear back into the ring. My dad said they almost ripped the poor bear's head off.
After a 15-minute struggle, Terrible Ted was mad. He was growling and spitting and ready to kill Antonio, so the match was suspended for another 10 minutes while Dubois tried to calm him. The fans were reluctant to take their seats again. Little kids were still whimpering and the adults were all shaking.
Knowing the bear loved junk food, Dubois handed him a bottle of Coke, and it swatted it across the ring like a petulant kid. The crowd began to laugh and returned to their seats. The match resumed. The crowd got their money's worth.
During that tour my dad decided to offer a $1,500 prize to anyone who could pin the bear in the ring. In 1968, $1,500 was an absolute fortune. When they got back to Calgary during the Stampede, a young girl in her twenties and weighing only 115 pounds, stepped up from the audience and said she wanted to wrestle the bear.
My dad said, "Ah, we can't have girls wrestling the bear." But the girl insisted. "I grew up on a farm. I've been around animals my whole life, horses, cows, dogs, cats, you name it. I'm really good with them. I have a special rapport with animals."
My dad held strong. "No, we are not going to have any girls wrestling the gaddamned bear. It's too dangerous." But the girl pleaded with him and finally convinced him to let her into the ring.
The bear had her pinned in less than 10 seconds. He straddled her and was getting set to crush her with his full weight when my dad lunged into the ring and grabbed her by the ankles. He yanked her out from between the bear's legs mere seconds before the bear plunked down full force.
The girl was embarrassed and accused my dad of robbing her of the chance to beat the bear. She stupidly insisted she be given another chance. This time my dad politely, but firmly sent her on her way.
Sweet Daddy Siki loved to wrestle the bear. He was charming with the animal. The charismatic African American was wrestling's answer to Little Richard. He wore high hair like Don King's, bleached white or sometimes dyed pink. He wore trunks covered in thin black and white stripes. My dad used to call him the black Gorgeous George of his day. He made dramatic entrances squirting perfume in front of him to fight off the foul odor of his opponents.
Siki had a long wrestling career, from the 1950s to the 1990s. Siki and the bear had some great matches with Sweet Daddy often making it look like Terrible Ted was getting the better of him. This really worked because Sweet Daddy was perceived as such a narcissist. He was particularly successful in Toronto and Calgary, where he had a second career as a country singer. He attracted a lot of ring rats including some high-school girls from Regina.
Terrible Ted was Dubois’s first bear and far less ferocious than his second – Smokey. In July 1978, Dubois left Smokey's cage door open when he ran into his house to answer the phone. Smokey entered the house and sniffed the air. Dubois' girlfriend Lynn Orser was upstairs in bed, and she was having her period. The smell apparently led Smokey right to her and he mauled her to death. The incident made headlines and the Ontario Humane Society took the bear away. Dubois died in a car accident on the TransCanada Highway that same year when he swerved to avoid a moose.
Dubois also had an alligator with him the year he and Terrible Ted lived at our house. He would wrestle it and during the match, he'd force its jaws open and stick his head in its mouth.
That winter while the bear hibernated, Dubois took the alligator on the road. It was housed in an open cage that sat on the floor at the back of the unheated van. It was absolutely freezing in that cage driving from town to town in the western Canadian winter. Alligators are ectothermic so by the time they arrived at their destinations the alligator would be pretty damned cold. They'd work on it for over an hour, rubbing it and wrapping it in heated towels so that it could move.
When they got back to Calgary, my dad let Dubois keep the alligator under our big front porch steps next to where Ted was hibernating. But nobody knew that except my dad and Dubois. They fed it raw chicken and coconut-covered marshmallows. Dad didn't dare tell my mom. I can just hear what she would have said. "Goddamn it, Stu! I don't need any alligators! Christ!"
My dad has always insisted we protect my mom from knowing about things she doesn't want to know. To this day if we see a mouse in the house, we aren't allowed to say anything because he says she would pack up and leave.
We had all kinds of unusual animals at one time or another. Al Oeming, a man who built his own wild animal zoo in Alberta, would bring wolves and his cheetah over for visits.
We had a ferocious police dog staying at our house for a few months when Owen and I were in junior high. It was a Doberman owned by Kim Klokeied, a policeman who wanted to get into wrestling. He brought this dog down from Edmonton to Calgary while he trained with my dad, but his apartment superintendent refused to let him keep it there. So my dad let it stay in our basement furnace room.
Owen and I used to play in the basement all the time and we would approach the dog in an attempt to make friends with it. It pulled against its chain, snapping and snarling and foaming at the mouth, straining in its desire to rip our throats out. We'd come within a foot of its fangs and I remember Owen looking quizzically at it one day and saying, "Boy, that's a mean dog."
One of my dad's favorite matches was with a male tiger named Sasha. Sasha was borrowed from The Ringling Brothers Traveling Circus when it came to town during Stampede Week. My mom had no idea Dad was in the ring with Sasha. Even though she knew he was capable enough, he didn't want her to worry. He told her he was just "doing a little socializing" with the tiger in the ring, "introducing it."
Sasha still had all of his claws and his teeth and must have been a wrestler in another life because he used to head-mare my dad all around the ring. This means he would grab my dad by the back of the neck and flip him over. My dad would try to get behind the tiger to put it in a headlock or go through the tiger's legs to take it down. The tiger actually threw my dad over the top rope and dad took a bump outside the ring. They had great chemistry. Dad loved that tiger. He said it was such a good-looking cat.
Two other wrestlers who made an impression on me as a kid were Billy Leon and Benny Loyd McCrary, aka Billy and Benny McGuire, the world's heaviest twins. They weighed 743 and 723 pounds respectively. Dad billed them as two 800 pounders. They didn't like to call themselves fat. They preferred the word, ‘heavy.’
The McGuires were born December 7, 1946 in Hendersonville, North Carolina and have held the record as The World's Heaviest Twins in the Guinness Book of World Records since 1968.
They usually came to Calgary during Stampede week. My dad used to arrange for all his wrestlers to participate in the Stampede Parade. The twins rode little Honda motorcycles and their fat billowed over the handlebars, past the footrests to mere inches above the ground. One year, Benny's bike blew a tire so he had to hoof it the last few blocks of the route. The effort left him a deep shade of purple.
The twins billed themselves as the undefeated tag team of the world. Their big thing was to ‘splash' the guy they were wrestling. One of them would get onto the bottom rope at the turnbuckle where the padded ring post is. Using it as a springboard, he would jump up and belly flop on an opponent being held down by the other twin. The crowd would go wild.
In the early seventies, my dad and mom took their gold, four-door convertible Cadillac De Ville to the airport to pick up the McGuire twins. Knowing the boys couldn't sit side by side, my mom slipped into the backseat. When Billy sat down in the front, the seat collapsed. Dad got out and wedged a crowbar behind the seat to stop Billy from squishing my mom. Because the crowbar worked so well, he never bothered to take the car in to get it properly fixed. That's how things were in our family. Patched up.
Dad didn't know what to do with the twins once he had them in the car. He didn't want to take them home because they might fall through the floor, so he dropped them off at BJ's Gym. BJ and my older sister, Georgia, who was 20 at the time, were newlyweds. BJ was a firefighter who opened a boxing gym where my dad's wrestlers weight-trained. Wrestlers are big guys, so the equipment was all industrial strength and the gym had a solid cement floor. My dad figured both the twins and the building would be safe.
Georgia was horrified when the twins left their spittoon next to the toilet. She had never seen one before and thought they were using it as a potty. Later, Georgia whispered to Owen and me that the twins couldn't reach over their stomachs to aim at the urinals so they had strings tied to their birds. I said, "Oh, that's terrible!" But Owen thought it was really funny.
Georgia said sometimes they couldn't get hold of the string so they just aimed in the direction of the toilet. She said BJ was pretty mad because they were not very careful and they were peeing all over the floor. In addition, one of them cracked the porcelain bowl when he sat on it and there was a big crack in BJ's floor near the dumbbells where they had been standing.
As the week wore on, the twins had some good heart-to-heart talks with BJ and Georgia. They confessed they had been diagnosed with a pituitary problem. They were normal until they were four years old and contracted the German measles. They said they were really hurt when Johnny Carson had them on as guests and tried to make fools of them, having them stuff their faces with pie and treating them like big pigs.
They further told Georgia they were kicked out of school in the tenth grade. They said by that time they each weighed more than 600 pounds and had to carry special chairs from class to class. The chairs were heavy and it took them a while to do this. One day the principal made fun of them for being so slow and they jumped him, which got them kicked out of school forever. It broke their mother's heart, but there was nothing they could do. So they took off for Texas in a 1953 Chevy half ton.
After the incident with the car seat, Dad began transporting the twins in an old yellow school bus that often broke down. My poor mom and dad spent forever getting those wrestlers to the shows. They often had to get out and walk or hitchhike. Normally, the only distance Billy and Benny walked was from their dressing room to the ring or to a waiting car, but one July day they had to hitchhike in the pouring rain. Two sopping wet, 800-pound guys hitchhiking. They didn't get picked up.
Another big hit for my dad was the midgets, the little people. He brought in three of them: Coconut Willy, Roland Barriault aka Frenchy Lamonte and Wolfman Kevin. They just loved my dad. He was like Santa Claus and they were the elves. He treated them like they were regular people. That was my dad. He treated everybody the same. He'd give you a pat on the head and a peanut butter sandwich. He wasn't this side-show promoter with a big cigar in his mouth, puffing away, saying, "Yeah, do this, do that."
It must have been funny to see the midgets, the world's heaviest twins and a host of other crazy wrestlers, including Sweet Daddy Siki and The Great Antonio walking along the side of the road after a bus breakdown. Fortunately the bear and the alligator never had to hitchhike.