News spread over the weekend that Hulk Hogan’s wife Linda Bollea filed for divorce on Tuesday. Unfortunately, when reporters asked the Hulk (real name: Terry Bollea) about it on Friday, he was sadly unaware. The St. Petersburg Times reports:
Reached by phone on Friday night, Terry Bollea said he had no idea his wife had filed for divorce. When informed during the call that the paperwork was submitted on Tuesday, Bollea said politely, “Thank you for the great information,” and hung up.
He called back about five minutes later.
“I’m kind of shocked,” he said. “You caught me off-guard. My wife has been in California for about three weeks. … Holy smokes. Wow, you just knocked the bottom out of me. … I just pulled over to the side of the road for five minutes to find out what was going on here.”
Obviously no reason was given for the divorce, but this bit of info on the “Hogan Knows Best” Web site might shed light on some potential tension:
“Linda also encourages her son Nick’s love of cars,” the Web site says. “When Nick was thirteen, Linda bought him a car to keep in the garage just to work on, now Nick is quite the car expert.”
On Nov. 7, Nick Bollea was arrested in connection with the Aug. 26 crash. Police say he was racing his Toyota Supra moments before the crash.
Ah, so the mom’s to blame for the drag racing. Beautiful. I love blaming women for things. Gasoline prices. Cancer. You name it. I mean, take for example the latest Malibu brushfires. Tragic stuff but notice how the first one started a month ago. Right around the time a certain young woman got out of rehab. A certain young woman with a certain crotch made of fire. Are you connecting the dots? If not, I drew up a whole bunch of diagrams I can show you. I’ve sort of had a lot of free time on my hands ever since I blamed my girlfriend for the JFK assassination. Perhaps it was a bit too early in the relationship for that kind of honesty. I’ve got to remember the first date is for drunken irresponsible sex and the second date is when you hurl crackpot accusations. Not one just seconds after the other. No matter how awesome and romantic it might seem in my head.