Maybe you noticed there was no Cup of Coffee here at Cageside Seats yesterday ... or maybe you didn’t.

The reason for the lack of an article was I was holding my daughter while wires were stuck to her head for an EEG because she’s been having seizure-like activity for over a week now.

Not much of an update. Hospital was (by their own admission) unprepared to conduct an EEG on an infant. They didn’t have the cap usually used to keep the kids from pulling the leads...etc. so a long, stressful process that produced very little. pic.twitter.com/2m49Uc6QPY — Brent Brookhouse (@brentbrookhouse) February 25, 2019

When I sat down to watch Raw last night after what had been a very long day, my nerves were ... well, raw.

Watching Roman Reigns announce he was in remission from his leukemia hit me extra hard as I thought about the way our bodies can turn on us no matter our place in life.

This 6’3”, 265 pound man, good looking, charismatic, notoriously good-hearted and talented on a global stage, and my 17 pound nine-month old who hasn’t had the opportunity to do right or wrong. We are all vulnerable to things so far outside our control.

I started watching wrestling as a kid for the same reason I watched cartoons and read comic books, I wanted heroes and villains doing battle. I wanted larger than life personalities in more absurd than life stories.

As I’ve gotten older, with the wrestling world growing so immense and accessible, I find myself thirsting for the unabashedly human moments we are gifted with from time to time. Moments when you see past the bright colors, big muscles and wild personalities and catch a glimpse of the core of the men and women who choose to do something that is, on its surface, a ridiculous job.

We all saw one of those moments yesterday when Roman Reigns reminded us that we have no control over so many things in our lives, but we can still find the strength to push forward and wrestle back what we do have.

In a moment I needed it, wrestling came through again.

I’m a big emotional mess, so I wanted to take a second to say thanks to everyone who reads these articles. I love that I get to write about wrestling. My goal with these daily things was to write 300-500 words (and sometimes a lot more) that were simply honest reflections of how wrestling has made me feel.

Sometimes that means the articles are cynical, sometimes political, sometimes overwhelmingly positive ... but my favorites are the ones that get to the core of what wrestling has meant to my life.

Thank you again.

Now, here’s your weird gif for the day: