Randy “Macho Man” Savage
It's funny how our pre-conceptions and prejudices form our opinions of others. I've never been a fan of wrestling or any of the other what I believe to be 'exploitative sports', If you have a chance read up on this "wrestler" as he's he been called and you may find out a little more on the man.
If so inspired read up o this man. He's so much more than you might have imagined.
He sat home for two straight days, waiting ... waiting ... waiting.
The boy had a dream, after all. From the time he was 7 or 8 years old, the one thing Randall Mario Poffo wanted to do was play baseball. He was the kid who carried his mitt and bat everywhere; who begged his little brother Lanny to get off the couch and come to the back yard for some extra BP; who pinched himself every time his father, Angelo, took the boys to Wrigley Field or Comiskey Park to catch Hank Aaron or Roger Maris or Willie Mays as they came through town.
Was Randy Poffo the greatest athlete Downers Grove (Ill.) North High had ever produced? Probably not. But when it came to determination and drive, well, he was in his own league.
Once, while he was matriculating at Herrick Junior High, a physical education teacher questioned whether any of the students could do 100 sit-ups without stopping. Randy exceeded 1,000. Another time, John Guarnaccia, a longtime childhood friend, spotted the right-handed Randy throwing balls with his left hand. "Uh, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Well, a coach might want me to pitch," Randy replied. "But I don't wanna burn out my arm. So I'll learn to do it lefty, and I'll save my right for the important things."
Guarnaccia laughed and walked away.
"No exaggeration," he says now. "Randy became fully ambidextrous."
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