He's Sooooo Pretty

In the wake of the death of Chris Benoit and, to a lesser extent "Crush" Adams, the 24-hour news outlets have clamored for anyone willing and able to offer any sort of insight into the PT Barnum/BALCO-esq world of sports entertainment.

During the Benoit brew-ha-ha, I couldn't help but notice one Johnny B. Badd all over Nancy Grace. And sure enough, when the Hawaiian member of Demolition passed, there he was again.

Good for him, I guess.

He goes from a Golden Gloves boxing champ. To Little Richard impersonator. To married to a smokin' wife. Dicthes the LR gimmick. Splits with the wife. Gets a monkey heart. And now he is the go-to 'rasslin guy on cable news.

Life could be worse. And here I just remember him over a decade ago referring to the Rapmaster PN News as a "big 'ol ugly bear." (Nice Mooseknuckle).

Bring out the confetti gun.

Aside from his face looking like that of the guy from V for Vendetta, I actually don't mind him, and find him to be reasonably insightful. While it's my understanding that he's ruffled some feathers within the biz, I would love to see a book. Here's a borderline superstar, stock faded fast, dabbled in some unsavory stuff himself, and now is the guy who steps back and says, "Hey, put my ass on tv. I'll open up for you."

He's the Jose Canseco of pro-wrestling. And, again, I say good for him.