That scene in *The Wrestler* where Randy's sitting in the trailer park with his daughter, trying to explain himself with nothing but bruised knuckles and a busted body — yeah, that one hits different when you've watched your dad come home from the warehouse shift with his back screaming and still find the energy to grill burgers for the neighborhood kids. The Springsteen playing over the credits ain't subtle, but neither was my old man putting "Thunder Road" on repeat every Friday night like it