Road Trip, part 1
I took a road trip last week over to see my parents. It was a trip down memory lane. You ever find yourself in a place where the memories start flooding back?
I stopped at the Hardees on Monteagle Mountain (some say Monteagle is the original “Rocky Top Tennessee”) for a biscuit, and I had that déjà vu feeling.
I’ve been eating at that particular Hardees for 25 years or so. It’s a good stopping point between Cleveland and Nashville, so from my Belmont days until now, I’ve pulled in for some nourishment. While eating a sausage and egg biscuit, I began to recall the first staff retreat that I was a part of at Long Hollow.
About 9 ½ years ago, David Moffitt, Ralph Burrage, and I (our total staff at the time) went to a cabin on Monteagle for reflection and strategic planning. The cabin, Monteagle, and fellowship were all great, but the highlight of our retreat was when we turned on the Grundy County Community access channel and watched live wrestling from Grundy County High School.
The announcers were two preachers from the local Baptist and Pentecostal churches. The crowd consisted of about 15 folks who decided not to go down to the Grundy County Auction.
The headliner for the night was little Jimmy Donegan, a.k.a., “The Rocky Top Ridge Runner,” vs. big Kurt von Klincktenstein, a.k.a., “The Teutonic Knight.” The Teutonic Knight was enormous – especially at his mid-section – and he wore a German army helmet and carried a big flag with an Iron Cross on it. He was big and mean and ugly with a capital U!! The fans loved to hate him.
Little Jimmy was the crowd favorite. He was slight of build and had the muscle definition of my 5th grader. But looks are deceptive – Little Jimmy was wiry strong and highly skilled. The crowd went wild (all 15 of them who didn’t go down to the Grundy County auction) when he was introduced!!
It was an epic struggle against good and evil. Moffitt was pulling for little Jimmy, and I was strangely drawn to “The Teutonic Knight.” Ralph, who was quite a bit older than Moffitt and me, was sound asleep.
The match went back and forth. Little Jimmy (a.k.a., “The Rocky Top Ridge Runner”), defying the odds and giving up about 200 lbs, had Klinktenstein (a.k.a. “The Teutonic Knight”) beat – or so it seemed. He was throwing Klinkenstein around the ring like a rag doll. Several times the “Black Knight” begged for mercy. Little Jimmy packed a powerful punch in those thin arms!! It was amazing! No doubt it would be over soon.
The announcers spotted it first. The “Teutonic Knight” had something tucked into the back of his tights! I missed it at first – the Knight was the master of trickeration – but when the preacher/announcers pointed the object out, I saw it. He definitely had a foreign object in the ring!
Just when Little Jimmy had him down for the count, the Knight whipped out the object – what appeared to be a piece of steel pipe – and busted little Jimmy several times in the head. Down went Jimmy! Surely he would have brain damage from the blows! “The Rocky Top Ridge Runner” was truly a genetic marvel, because even though he received several horrifying shots to the head that left him senseless, never once did he bleed!!
With Little Jimmy unconscious on the mat, “The Teutonic Knight” easily pinned him. While the ref (who really served no purpose whatsoever until now) raised his hand in victory, the crowd booed and threw Mountain Dew cans and pork rinds and spit cups full of tobacco juice at him.
Moffitt looked at me in disbelief. “What will happen to little Jimmy?” he asked. Though I had pulled for the “Knight” and somehow was happy he had won, I now felt sick and disgusted with myself for rejoicing in evil. I hid my feelings and told Moffitt that Little Jimmy would be ok, that surely a rematch was somewhere in his future, and that Little Jimmy would make the dastardly Knight pay for his treachery. This seemed to comfort David. In my heart I didn’t believe it, but I felt I needed to be strong for Moffitt.
With that, we went to bed.
At least, that’s the way I remember it.


