Watching Impact Thursday was like watching the best produced low-concept comedy ever made. ECW took up a big chunk of the programming--and I enjoyed it! When Raven came out crying, though, I was a little dumbfounded—as I'm sure many viewers were. But despite the missed references, I thought the segment was good, and showed off Raven's mic skills.

I also think the Rob Terry, A. J. Styles match was a job. But A. J. jobbed to Samoa Joe a few weeks back, in what was the most embarrassing job ever done, so I guess this was his payoff?

Motor City Machine Guns and Beer Money put on another first class match, and reminded us why TNA doesn't need the New Old Guys. Or NOG as I have dubbed them.

NOG and Jay Lethal:

When you have guys like Jay Lethal, Amazing Red, Shawn Hernandez and Matt Morgan, why bring in NOG guys? Why go back to angles, and wrestlers that are as stale as cheap beer and vending machine potato chips?

Let me single out the man who should lead this generation. I am speaking of Jay Lethal. The man lacks nothing in the talent department. He has the moves. He has the talk. And rumor has it, he has the ear of Ric Flair. (More on Flair in a moment.) He has everything a pro wrestler should have, except size. And after decades of seeing Rey Mysterio pushed, why not Jay Lethal? If Jay Lethal isn't given a world title shot within the next few months, then I'll quit watching TNA, as I've already quit watching the John Cena show.

Two slices of lame on whitebread:

Now about Cena . . . John Cena is not intimidating. The guy is whitebread. To be serious, if we want to get serious, and I know many of my peers think we should. Then let's. When Randy Orton is in the ring with Cena, I wince. I wince when anyone is in the ring with Cena. Because the guy isn't serious, or tough, or skilled enough to be where he is, or who he is billed to be. And I don't care how much he raps, he ain't cool. He ain't even f^%*%in chilly. To quote the late, great George Carlin. But in his defense, I will say he's good on the mic, and sometimes that means more than anything in the biz. Look at Hogan.

Flair's an ass:

Did you see Flair's ass, again? I bring this up because it was another example of why Ric Flair is God. I know it lacked dignity. So what? When was dignity in the “pro wrestling” equation, let alone Ric Flair's life? Ric Flair is God, because He will do anything for the audience. He always has. He always will. Without Ric Flair, what would wrestling be? . . . A bunch of overgrown oafs in tights fondling each other. Or worse: MMA. He is what makes it worth watching. Period.

Have a great weekend and remember to call your mother. She may have a tear in her eye for you.
This video is not from Impact. Hopefully, I can post it. If not, imagine if you dare, Ric Flair's old white ass.