Chicago, Illinois. Thursday 2nd June 2022. Just a regular day of playing soccer with my adopted son, Sebastian, as we always have more time together than people know. Still, it was a good exercise for both of us, even if Frankie wanted to join in, but I kept throwing a small ball for Frankie to go and fetch to distract him, and Sebastian sometimes did. We stopped playing soccer, and Sebastian said he had to go to a friend's house and goes to sleep there for the night. Of course, Sebastian had made many friends at school and felt comfortable living in Chicago. As he left our home to meet with a friend, I picked the ball up and placed it in the garage. Then I picked up two goal posts and put them in the garage. As I slid them into place, something fell from the above shelf. I stood back a bit on the item as I crouched down, looking directly at it. I scratched my head, and I knew nobody in wrestling would have absolutely nothing to do with this piece of weapon, I doubt they even know ...