Almost Wrestling the Man on the Moon

Wednesday, May 16, marks the 23rd anniversary of Andy Kaufman’s death. Why is this a date that sticks in my mind? Over 20 years ago, my life brushed up against the performer’s in a way that I will never forget. As the 16th approaches, I find myself thinking back to the encounter that taught me a strong life lesson about promises made - and promises kept.

When I was sixteen, my friend Rachel and I attended one of his performances at Carnegie Hall. It was a huge deal for us to finally see him live as we were big fans of his, camping out in front of the TV whenever he made a guest appearance on Saturday Night Live. We found his bizarre style of comedy hilarious. As awkward teenagers we related to his "outsider" persona. His “foreign man” character was my favorite. He did bad imitations and destroyed jokes in a gentle cartoon-like, generically "foreign" voice, (the character who eventually became Latka on the hit show Taxi).

We squirmed in Carnegie Hall’s red velvet seats, adjusting our corduroy culottes and feeling the dizziness of the bottle of Cold Duck we swigged down on the way to the theatre (Hey, give me a break - I was sixteen! I had no taste in liquor yet). Even at our young age we were seasoned concert goers, and though we were excited at the prospect of seeing Andy in person, we didn’t expect more than a stage version of his traditional act. All of a sudden Andy appeared alone on stage with no dimmed lights and no fanfare, and announced that if we were all good he’d take the entire audience out for milk and cookies. Certain that this was just one of his odd jokes, we all chuckled and settled in for the show. He was, as always, brilliant.

This was a period in his career when he began the controversial act of wrestling women on stage. People hated and loved this misogynistic, crude, and clearly sarcastic addition to his popular stage show. He called for female volunteers from the audience, and before you could say, "Cold Duck hangover," I was on my feet and running down the elegant, red-carpeted aisle towards the stage in my chunky-heeled brown vinyl boots. I was joined on stage by four other eager potential wrestlers, and I nervously thought I might have a chance to be chosen.

Article Author: Ann Hagman Cardinal

Ann Hagman Cardinal is a freelance writer as well as the Marketing Director for Vermont Collge of Fine Arts. Her first novel, Sister Chicas--co-authored with two other Latina writers—was released in 2006 by NAL/Penguin Books. …

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