Vince... Vince... Please.... Give me something...

The Sandman has been fired from World Wrestling Entertainment. I don't care all that much. I was never a big Sandman fan and - although he seemed to be finding his place on the RAW brand - I don't think he was ever going to be more than a wrestler with a cool live entrance. He was destined to be disqualified every Monday night for using his cane to bash some B rate wrestler over the head.

So, no big deal... right? The thing is the WWE is an entity that seems to have no direction. Wrestlers have become pawns in a sense. They are all replaceable. If John Cena fails a wellness test, we'd have a new WWE champion within the hour and within a month, there would be no mention of him ever again. The WWE no longer commits to building a wrestler. The WWE no longer commits to building a fan base. The product is becoming a shell of itself. Sandmans are all over the place. The rosters are full of guys that can float in and out of television. They have a respectable resume and a somewhat built-in fan base. There are no more superstars. Even guys like The Undertaker and Triple H are replaceable.

Vince McMahon has wanted this all along. He has the biggest promotion in the world and the attraction is the promotion itself. It's like going to see Lollapalooza to see Lollapalooza... not any band in particular. It's like going to see your favorite baseball team, but having no favorite player. It's like going to see a movie because it's a movie. These analogies are lame, I know, but the WWE is the biggest thing happening in the WWE. Vince knows it. He knows that whatever he puts on television, the ratings will be there because his product is the only thing a wrestling fan has to watch... and as long as people like pro-wrestling, there will be an audience for his product.

TNA? No thanks... Pac-Man Jones? Andrew Marting? Yeah, I'll stick with whatever McMahon is going to shovel down my throat. There was a moment about two months ago that I thought Jeff Jarrett would be able to give Vince a run, but that time has passed. Adam "Pac-Man" Jones is a TNA World Tag-Team Champion without having ever performed a wrestling move in front of a live audience. It's a disgraceful, disgusting act by Jeff Jarrett and the TNA bookers that slaps every wrestler that has worked his or her entire life to get on television right across the face... And for what? For a fifteen second bit on Sportscenter. It's a stupid move that is going to backfire in Jarrett's face. So, for me, I'm alright with skipping TNA Impact. I generally always tune out when a promotion brings in "real" athletes to work matches. Lawrence Taylor? Dennis Rodman? Karl Malone? Jesus... how about Paul Konerko and David Eckstein? No, sir, I'm done with that crap.

So, Vince... please... I know you can do it. Just give me something... anything... give me a reason to be excited about wrestling... pretty please with sugar on top. I'm getting sick of watching 12 Sandmans getting disqualified every week... as much as I like his entrance.