I wrestled a bear at the old Outdoorama at the Michigan State Fairgrounds (you fellow Michigan boys remember the venue). The thing pushed me around like a rag doll and eventually kicked my a$$. I was just a high school lad at the time (20 years ago), but a wrestler since I was 6 years old. My dad talked me into it cause he thought I would have an "edge" over the bruin because of my supposed "skills." That thing was so big and strong, with such a low center of gravity, there was absolutely no hope for my 190 lbs. But the worst part of the entire episode, was the horrible stench it left on me for the rest of the evening. It was so bad that my dad and uncle stopped halfway home and made me ride in the bed of our P/U the rest of the way home....in February....in Michigan...apparently bears thoroughly enjoy urinating on themselves and occasionally on there opponents during the matches...this is something that the handlers fail to mention could happen during the battle....
