The Croc Wrestler
Jimbo would always tell little little white lies that would spiral into so much more. One of these lies was that he was a crocodile wrestler. It started when Jimbo, Henry and I were walking back to our Hotel on Hilton Head Island, where there were coy ponds. Henry asked my dad if there were crocodiles in the coy ponds. My dad said that he didn't think so, but even if there were crocodiles we wouldn't have to worry, because he was a professional crocodile wrestler. A couple of years later, I asked my dad how he met my mom, if he was a professional crocodile wrestler. He then told me that he beat my grandpa's prize 34 foot crocodile in the ring and won her hand in marriage.