Road trips in professional wrestling are a necessity. If you’re lucky, you find yourself some quality people to share a vehicle with. Not only does it help cut down on expenses, it also makes three or four hours in a car pass fast. When you drive alone, the radio is your friend. I’d rather have someone to bullshit with. It’s also how you learn about wrestling, talking over what works, what doesn’t and what to try to improve on. The road is an essential tool in expanding your knowledge, yet sometimes you see something you can’t explain.
October is a fine month for traveling the road in Wisconsin. Temperatures are cool enough for wearing a hoodie with the chill taking away the humidity of summer. Snow has not fallen, if it’s early in the month, making driving conditions ideal. Over the years, I’ve seen my share of oddities on the road. Cars flipped over, naked people on the side of the highway, a house engulfed in flames, but one night I had to question my eyes and sanity.
My friend Kevin and I traveled together often. We had similar views on how wrestling should be performed and also we are both sports fans. There was never a shortage of good conversation between the two of us. Joining us in his van one night was Eric and Jason. We were traveling from Jefferson to Green Bay in October 2001. Late at night, Kevin was driving with myself in the passenger seat. Eric and Jason sat in the back. The trip was filled with a lot of laughs and witty banter, when off in the distance I spotted something in the sky. A white something, I couldn’t tell what shape, seemed to be coming directly at us. It grew as it neared, perhaps half a football field in size, then took on the shape of a triangle. It shimmered a white light that almost seemed translucent, heading for the top of the van. A head on collision seemed unavoidable until it surged upwards over the top of the van, shot behind us, and vanished into the sky. In seconds there was no trace of the object. It had disappeared.
“What the fuck was THAT?” I said, a bit shaken.
“Holy shit! Wha.. Eric, did you see that???” Kevin asked, sounding more shaken than I was.
In the oddest, most calm manner, Eric would reply.
“Yeah dude, totally saw that. Weird.”
Jason had missed it and offered nothing to the conversation.
Silence took over the interior of the van for a time. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Kevin was still stunned, Eric was calm as ever and Jason I think went back to his nap.
“Well what the fuck man? Am I fuckin’ losing my shit?” I asked, questioning my own sanity.
“No dude.” Eric started. “We saw it. Yeah, that was crazy.”
“Fuckin’ UFOs and shit man.” Kevin added.
Relieved that I wasn’t in fact losing my mind, I waited for the conversation to switch to something less stressful, like what celebrity would you sleep with. That was always brainless enough to take the edge off of witnessing what we did. Truth is, I don’t remember what we talked about after that. The time morphed together into a blur of hazy memories. We made our way home. I woke up every day after that, the memory of that night fading a bit more with time passing, wondering if I saw what I did.
Was it a UFO? A simple reflection of light that we had misjudged? To this day I’m not sure. Eric had to fill in my memory of that night, which is the reason I’m writing this blog, so I don’t forget a night that should stay unforgettable.
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