Testes of Strength

My grandfather had acquired the nickname "Tuffy" at a young age. Through working as a stone mason all of his life, he had lived up to it. By the age of 16, he was already the size of a full-grown man.

A carnival had rolled into town and one of the featured attractions was the opportunity to win $10 by pinning the strong man in a wrestling match. Tuffy knew he could whup him.

He stripped off his shirt, put on some tights and climbed into the ring. The bell rang and Tuffy held his own for a little while, but suddenly the strongman began to put him in a series of submission holds that he was helpless against.

He told us, "This guy was strong, at one point he had me so goofed up I could barely breathe, much less move. I looked up gasping for air and I saw a set of balls hanging about a foot from my face."

Without hesitation, he reached up and grabbed them, twisting with everything he had. Unfortunately, they were his own. Tuffy lost the match.