To all the fans who grew up watching wrestling in the ’90s! I get it now, and I’m sorry.
As I sat watching Jey Uso, a guy almost 40, spend 30 minutes making his entrance, yeeting all the way, then 10 minutes in a match with just five moves, and then an hour celebrating his win, I had a moment of realization.
I finally understood how fans who grew up watching The Rock, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Mick Foley, and Stone Cold in their prime must have felt when the torch was passed to John Cena, a guy in jorts, colorful t-shirts, and a cap, telling the world “You can’t see me.” It must’ve been tough for them.
I grew up watching Cena. And I love him. Now, it’s Jey Uso’s time. Instead of tearing him down, why not just enjoy the show?
WWE has always evolved. The stars we once questioned became legends we now respect. Jey is on his journey. Let him cook.
At the end of the day, we’re still getting entertainment.
As I sat watching Jey Uso, a guy almost 40, spend 30 minutes making his entrance, yeeting all the way, then 10 minutes in a match with just five moves, and then an hour celebrating his win, I had a moment of realization.
I finally understood how fans who grew up watching The Rock, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Mick Foley, and Stone Cold in their prime must have felt when the torch was passed to John Cena, a guy in jorts, colorful t-shirts, and a cap, telling the world “You can’t see me.” It must’ve been tough for them.
I grew up watching Cena. And I love him. Now, it’s Jey Uso’s time. Instead of tearing him down, why not just enjoy the show?
WWE has always evolved. The stars we once questioned became legends we now respect. Jey is on his journey. Let him cook.
At the end of the day, we’re still getting entertainment.