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Steve “The Crusher” Casey

We stopped in the tiny town of Snee while driving around the Ring of Kerry. Time to stretch and get an ice cream cone. What I didn’t know was that a local Irish hero was standing right there in the town square. All bronze and fit stood Steve “The Crusher” Casey ready to take me down.

Yea, I won my fair share of medals wrestling in High School. No bronze statue though. As a matter of fact, I just sold all of those hard earned medals for a dime apiece at the yard sale. These medals were just stuffed into an old box in the basement that I had forgotten about. Years of blood, sweat, and tears went into that handful of medals, for what? Eighty cents.
Obviously someone wanted them, I didn’t. Not anymore. They sat for over 30 years in a box, neglected. Now they are adorning some total strangers letterman’s jacket(I could only wish).
I’ll tell you what, Steve “The Crusher” Casey, my wrestling coach, Mr. Hunter, gave me a cool nickname too,”Whitehead“. No, it wasn’t my pimply face but rather my bleach blonde perfectly groomed hair.
All right guys, now shake hands. Ready… wrestle.

About Woody

The travel bug is contagious. I caught it in 1985 while traveling with Hali on a three month backpacking trip through Western Europe. Having a passion for geography, local history & culture, and with a journal in my back pocket, I hope to share our experiences through this blog – whether traveling the well worn rail, or off the beaten trail.

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