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Where eagles fly

Bret considers his return to full-time ring wars

By BRET "The Hitman" HART -- For The Calgary Sun
  I've got all sorts of stuff running through my mind so get ready for another unpredictable episode of 'rasslin' ramblings and random thoughts on life, the universe, and everything.

 My son Blade, 9, told me something that just made me laugh so hard. He said that Mom and Aunt Michelle are going to be judges at a clown contest for charity at Eau Claire Market today. Well, I just couldn't help but laugh because I'm sure that being married to two clowns like myself and the Dynamite Kid, witness to years of our adventurous antics and colourful cohorts,

 have made them both imminently qualified to judge clowns. Touche.

 Meanwhile, over at Archers Fitness, Ellie Archer put me through the paces of a great Tae Bo workout. A friend mentioned Tae Bo to me about six months ago, but I didn't pay attention until Wayne Gretzky recommended it to me.

 Hey, it's Gretzky, ya know?

 Turns out to be quite a good workout, great for aerobic conditioning, and not hard on the joints.

 WCW called. That's always an interesting call because it's impossible to predict what they're going to say since they have this way of doing things at the last minute.

 They asked me to wrestle in Florida this weekend and be on Nitro.

 Sounds good to me. The only thing is that since the call came at the last minute, I have no idea who they want me to fight. The mystery man factor makes the challenge more interesting to me. I was feeling confident that I know enough about the guys on the WCW roster that I don't need to do any homework and then I thought about how many talented newcomers WCW has debuted since I've been home.

 I'd like to see what they're made of.

 Take Blitzkrieg, for example. He's been with WCW since earlier this year, but a lot of fans made the mistake of seeing him as just another masked Mexican with an amazing aerial arsenal. The commentators were stuttering to keep up with the faced-paced Luchadore action and just when they though they'd gotten the hang of it -- along came Blitzkrieg. Guys are

 scratching their heads about how dangerous Blitz' combo Mexican/Japanese style is. No, he's not a big guy but don't ever judge a guy by his size. I've built my career proving that a smaller guy with a scientific arsenal can take down giants. Blitzkrieg has what it takes.

 I have a feeling that my long weekend in Florida won't be any holiday. They'll probably ask me to sign a match with Diamond Dallas Page or Lex Luger, or Sting, or even Goldberg! That's okay because I'm up for a good fight.

 I haven't decided if I'm going back to wrestling and yet, it seems to be creeping up on me. Last weekend, I wrestled Hulk Hogan, and now, I'm about to leave again. Despite the need to take care of last-minute details, I had this unexplainable desire to drop everything and take in one more bike ride by the river.

 My cycling meditations led me to thinking about when I'd laced up my boots last weekend, and I'd felt that it was the beginning of the next chapter in the incredulous, infamous adventures and escapades of Bret 'Hitman' Hart.

 That thought stuck with me all week and I wasn't sure why until it occurred to me that maybe there shouldn't even be a next chapter. I felt like a film maker weighing the idea the sequel has to live up to the classic epic.

 Last weekend was special because I wrestled Hulk Hogan. But I realized it wasn't just that. It was the fans at ringside. It was the feeling I got when I walked out to the ring. Is it reason to return to wrestling, or is it reason to say, 'Why not leave now, on a positive note?'

 I was wrestling with that question when I saw an amazing sight. The sort of thing most people never see and if you're lucky enough to see it once, the movie plays in your spirit forever. An awesome bald eagle came swooping down into the Bow River!

 Everyone on the bike path stopped and stood in awe. The glorious, huge bird emerged from under the water with a sushi dinner fit for a king, and stationed himself on a gravel islet to savour his catch.

 For a moment, I wished I'd had a camera, but that would have been almost pointless, because the most miraculous thing about was that it was right there in front of me. When he'd had his fill and preened his feathers, he launched himself, effortlessly, into the sky, off to find his next prize.

 It really moved me but in a way beyond its beauty.

 Somehow, it stirred me to realize that for me to stay home and write about it when I should still be living it, would make me feel like a bird in a cage. Funny. I used to compare life on the road with being in prison, and now that I'm out, I feel bars closing in.

 I need to fly away and catch a few more prizes before the credits can roll.

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