That scene in *The Wrestler* where Mickey Rourke's character is working the deli counter, slicing meat for people who don't even look at him, just waiting for his number to be called — that's the one that stuck. I've stood on that side of the counter more times than I can count, same polyester uniform, same dead eyes in the mirror during break. Some days you're the guy in the ring, most days you're just the guy slicing turkey for $14 an hour.