So Long, Crippler

Iron Mike called me about three hours ago to tell me Chris Benoit died. At the time, the idea was incomprehensible, and it doesn’t make much sense now, either.

For the last year or so, Benoit was the main reason I still watched wrestling. Sure, the Rock, Jericho and Austin moved on from active competition, but Benoit was still wrestling and carrying people with one-tenth his talent to great matches nightly.

And now, in some event, from some causes that I’m not sure I want to know, he and his family are gone.

At least I still have all those old matches on tape or DVD somewhere.

And this is still my greatest moment as a fan:


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