There were a few thoughts passing through my mind as I was reading Freedman's chapter in Drawing Heat, "What Fans Know." Primarily, the thought of loneliness. It's not something people often think about when thinking about wrestling. As a wrestler, you are spending most of your time traveling from one place to another, especially if you're at the top of the card. With a life like that, it's damn near impossible to start or maintain a family, particularly with anyone outside of the business. Your life becomes a party of one and it is entirely devoted to wrestling. It makes me think that you have to really, really, really love your job if you're going to be a top tier wrestler. If you're not wrestling, you're doing interviews, you're filming promos, you're at the gym, you're rehearsing moves, you're meeting with the public or the press. Your life, your body, is no longer just yours, but the whole worlds.
In this chapter, Rip begins to talk about his grandson, his one true joy in life. He gets a phone call that day from a doctor that tells him that the wart on his grandson's chin is actually a malignant cyst and it would have to be removed. Just imagining something so important happening with your family back home and not being able to go to them lest you risk not making money for said family. Pro wrestling is a true commitment.