Man... I really wish a time machine could import the Ric Flair of '89 or '88 into today's WWE. Wooooooo!
It's probably more due to my age (mid-30s) than anything else, but I don't think I'll ever have an emotional connection to a wrestler the way I did with the Nature Boy.
And y'know, when you don't really feel passionate about the wrestlers, it's kinda tough to be a fan. For the past few years, I've actually enjoyed reading about wrestling -- on forums like this -- more than watching it.
WHAT WORKED: Wait, so the big Bobby Roode “hottest free agent” angle ends up with him becoming Robert Roode, referred to as “one man enterprise”, and paired with Traci Brooks (wearing glasses and dressed like a flight attendant)???!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!