So we were at Wing Bowl last night/today and may need the next couple lives to recover. Lots of good footage, video coming soon, blah blah blah, but I wanted to touch on Mick Foley doing the definition of “Showing Up”. I don’t know what I was expecting. I’ll admit, I’m not the biggest wrestling guy in the world. If Nate were there he’d grab onto his leg like a leech and wouldn’t let go until Foley hired him as his full-time fluffer. To each their own. But this dude essentially came for 20 minutes, collected his paycheck, then went to whatever mobile home clothesline he took that shirt from. The man couldn’t even share his daughter with the masses. And I can’t exactly blame him for Irish Exiting out of there. By 8 am my legs were jello, the drunks were restless and the place smelled like the perfect concoction of puke and chlamydia. But still, I was expecting a little more out of this wrestling legend than showing up, doing a pre-arranged hack act and going on his merry way. Again, his daughter would have made a nice sacrifice to the savages in attendance.