David Troy looked out the hotel of his Tokyo hotel room, overseeing Shirahama Beach.
“Have you ever wrestled on a boat? It rules! Plus my opponent used to play hockey, so after the match we hung out and talked hockey. He’s a Brodeur fan too!”
Ever the consummate New Jersey native and loyal Devils fan, the man who named one of his finishing holds after his favorite player clearly relished the chance to talk about the sport in another country.
“God, I missed wrestling here. But I miss you even more.”
As his wife replies with her soothing voice all the way back home in the States, David sighs softly.
“Yeah, I know I’ll be back soon. But I wanna savor this, you know? I’m gonna be 44 years old soon. Forty-FOUR! Who knows how much more of this I have left, you know? I gotta enjoy it while I can. Who knows when this road will end?”
Another low sigh.
“But I’m gonna ride it until the wheels come off.”
A hum on the other side of the call.
“Alright, baby. Get some rest. I love you too. G’night.”
He hangs up, and continues staring out the window.