In the beginning, there were many...As time wore on, there became few...Now there is only one, one post full of pictures standing alone on...Mount...Somethin'...Anyway, it's time (once again) for the post, the myth, the legend: the Phrickin' Photoblog Phriday...Today, in the spirit of the classic game "Hide & Seek" (a game which I was never terribly fond of), we're going to play "Where the Hell is Derek?" In the following photos, your job is to (rapidly) identify whether the individual featured is "me" or "not me." ARE YOU READY TO TAKE ON SUCH A CHALLENGE? Well, tough. We begin anyway...click 'em, see what happens...


Could that be me? Well...While I do have the same knee/elbow pads which this individual is sporting in this photograph, in this case, it's NOT me. This is, of course, legendary professional wrestler Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart...Seriously, my goatee just isn't that long and I really don't think I'd be caught dead in pink tights. A little trivia for you all, though: Collin once had HIS goatee about this long...He's since gone the way of the full beard and afro, though...


Could THIS be me? Noooo, it's the 1970's and this is my dad, all ready to go to work and do his thing! No, he was not a shop teacher nor was he working for an accounting firm...he was a theatre manager (a job that led to many movie-filled summers for us kids, believe me). I can understand, though, why he threw out his ties and stuff when he retired from that. I'd hate to dress up everyday too...


is THIS me? Well, we do have a lumpy, pasty anglo in this picture, but NO! This is (legendary) professional wrassler King Kong Bundy, followed closely by his then tag-team partner, the late Big John Studd. Ol' King Kong appears to have an eye infection in this picture...Gross...


So, is THIS me? Let's see, I don't wear glasses and I've never (voluntarily) driven a Ford Escort soooo...NO, this is, in fact, my friend Ryan Bosso (whom I typed about in the Run to the Hills story a while back). This, kids, is Bosso's version of the "Heisman pose." I can kind of see it, especially if Heisman were some sort of crazy ninja...Still, nice stiff-arm action there...


Now...Well, this has potential...Big hefty fella', goatee, scowl...Alas, no, this is not me, It's the (oh-so-legendary) professional wrassler Big Bossman...Now, I agree that he was (obviously) an extremely sweaty individual, but I have to throw in that, at some point, something was spilled on this particular photograph...Unfortunately, at this point, I can't necessarily differentiate between ol' chubby's sweat-stains and the weird stain that's on the picture...Damn...


Now this...HEY! That's a damn WATER BUFFALO!..Not funny, guys. Seriously...

Moving on...


Ok, this totally can't be...Wait...Aww, crap...That IS me! Nice shirt, kid...I really wonder what's got my attention in this picture. Whatever it is, I am completely friggin' ENRAPTURED by it. Perhaps the Sinclair station at the top of thee hill was getting robbed (again)...Who knows. In other news, I do NOT know who that is in the background...

Man, I needed a haircut...

So that's that!..Um...You all have a fine weekend...Yep...

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