Well, that Becky Lynch, she sure is somethin’. I seen her on the TV the other day, wrasslin’ around like a chicken with its head cut off. That gal, she’s tougher than a two-dollar steak, I tell ya. Heard she got all cut up, needed 11 stitches. Eleven! Can you believe that? Back in my day, we just used spit and a bandaid. But she kept on goin’, like a good ‘ol workhorse. Makes me think she could be the NXT Women’s Champion. That’s the young folks’ wrasslin’, ain’t it?
Now, this talkin’ about stitches got me thinkin’ about my knittin’. You know, when you’re makin’ a sweater or a blanket, you gotta figure out how many of them little loops, them stitches, you need. It ain’t as easy as it looks. You gotta measure and count. Too many, and your blanket’s gonna be bigger than your house! Too few, and it won’t even cover your toes.
- Measure your yarn.
- Count your loops.
- Make sure it’s the right size.
They got some fancy way to figure it out now. Some kind of math formula that tell you how many stitches to cast on. Cast on, that’s just the first row of them loops, you know? Like startin’ a whole mess of trouble if you ain’t careful! They say you gotta know how wide you want your thing, then divide it by somethin’ or other, and then multiply it by somethin’ else. Sounds like a whole bunch of hooey to me. I just eyeball it. Been doin’ it that way for years, and my blankets always turn out just fine.
But that Becky Lynch, she don’t eyeball nothin’. She goes right in there, full steam ahead. Reminds me of that time I tried to wrangle that stubborn old goat. He got me good, right in the shin. Needed a few stitches myself that time. Not eleven, though. She’s a tough one. And she’s a winner, that’s for sure. That Royal Rumble and them championships, she got more belts than a fella wearin’ overalls!
She’s like one of them wrestlers from the old days. They called her some “Celtic” something. A fighter, that one. And she got punched by that Nia Jax, broke her nose, they said. But did she cry? Nope! Just made her more famous, they say. Got all bloody, and people loved it. Funny how things work out, ain’t it?
Speakin’ of stitches again, sometimes you just need the right number. Like when you’re mendin’ a hole in your favorite overalls. You don’t want too many stitches, or it’ll bunch up all funny. You just want enough to hold it together. Just like that Becky Lynch, she just needs enough stitches to hold her together, and she’ll be right back in that ring, givin’ ’em what for.
This whole thing about knowin’ how many stitches you need, it’s kinda like life, I reckon. You gotta know how much of somethin’ you need to get by. Too much sugar, you get sick. Too much work, you get tired. You gotta find that sweet spot. Just like with them loops in your knittin’.
I remember one time, I was tryin’ to knit a sweater for my grandson. I musta started over a dozen times. Kept gettin’ the stitches wrong. Too tight, too loose. Never could get it just right. Finally, I just gave up and bought him a sweater from the store. Sometimes, that’s just easier, ain’t it?
But that Becky Lynch, she ain’t never givin’ up. I’ll tell you that. She’s a fighter, through and through. And I bet she learned a thing or two about them stitches after that last match. She’s a tough cookie, though. She’ll be back. Mark my words. A blessing, they called it. That broken nose. Well, I’ll be. Some blessings come in mighty strange packages, don’t they?
She’s a star, that one. A real overnight sensation, like a darn comet shootin’ across the sky. And tough as nails, to boot. Yep, that Becky Lynch, she’s somethin’ else. She’s got the heart of a lion, and the grit of a… well, of an old lady who’s seen a thing or two in her day, I guess.
