A recent Little Rock trip with old friends ended with a stop at the ballpark for pregame midget wrestling.

I know…It was not our finest hour.

Batting in the six hole just to the right of today’s Happen, you’ll notice a one-piece-wearing midget named Bad Boy Brian jumping off the ropes and onto Little Kato at Little Rock’s minor league ballpark.

Yes, that really happened.

Little Kato handed Bad Boy Brian his hat moments later. Oh, the twists and turns…the twists, and the turns in the Midget Wrestling World Federation.

The picture above is of Bad Boy in his Bad Boy pose, again, pre-hat-handage.

That column in the six spot of today’s DesignatedWriters.com edition was Sunday’s effort about my senseless fear of midgets, based in Munchkin Land and my youth. It brought back some memories from my pen-pal Maurice, retired in Shreveport in his 80s…

From Maurice:

I loved your commentary on the short statured individuals that you described as MIDGETS!

When I was young (quite a ways back now!) we used to go to watch Wrestling matches every Friday night. That was when Bull Curry and Yukon Eric were the rage! No pussy footing around then. Curry took the ear off a competitor with a chair that he grabbed from the audience, Police intervened and quenched the crowd.

THEN, weeks after came Midget Wrestling. It was a thrill to watch for the first to tenth time! At almost six feet then, I shook hands with one of the contestants and it was a thrill.

I then met dwarfs in Boston, different from midgets which were shrunken down adults, these were individuals with proportional arms and legs, simply shorter individuals.

The term today is Short Statured persons, no longer dwarfs or midgets. Get used to it!

As usual, you brought back memories that I had long buried. I even remember the two policemen who were there for security each week. Wonderful friends.

Thanks for the memories!

Maurice