Sittin at work, thinking abot how my adoration came about for the Hulkster. And I can't really be sure, I mean I know I really loved the guy all my life since as far back as I can remember. I will share though a sad story from my childhood.
When I was about 6 or 7yrs old, I was playing on a playground and I fell from the jungle gym and broke my arm. But thats not the crazy sad part...When I was rushed to the hospital and the nurse and dr was going to attend to my broken arm.....they had to cut thru my sweater. MY HULK SWEATER! yeaaah thats the sad part.
I didn't even feel the pain or paid attention to what they were doing. I could only stare at my Hulk sweater...all the pieces. Yeah I wanted to cry, me and Jimmy had planned on wearing them (he had a matching one) when we watched the new episode that was going to air that night.
I will end this post now because it still makes me tear up a little...