Tired Man

I love telling stories, my stories about Neville always make me smile. He was always laughing and everyone around him was laughing too. That’s how I’ll remember him. I loved our time in the locker room. We had so much fun there. In many ways, that’s where Neville came to life the most. The guys all loved him. I tend to call people by their wrestling names. That’s just me. I never called him anything other than Neville. It’s just how I knew him. He always reminded me of the British Bulldogs: Dynamite Kid’s snap and precision and Davey’s humor and personality. We say it often when we lose someone in our world, but Neville truly was the best of us and that’s why it’s hitting so many of us so hard. He was a wonderful person. After my career ended, searching for moments of clarity, I’d put on matches that captured my true happiness in wrestling. I’d always replay my matches with Neville. It was a time in both of our lives when I truly believe, in my heart, that we both felt so alive and at our very best. We had such a special, unmatched chemistry that I was never able to duplicate with anyone else. Saying hi takes a moment. Saying goodbye takes an eternity. You touched so many lives in such positive, unforgettable ways. I’ll miss you and love you always, Ben. 💔