It was shaping up to be another week where I didn’t really have anything to say. Nothing major had happened, so I was either going to recap a random Pay-Per-View, give an analysis of the next Match of the Year Candidate, or talk about how great NXT is some more. While I was planning what to do, new dropped that Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream, had died. And while that gives plenty of blogging fodder, I really wish I was still struggling to come up with a topic.
Dusty will go down as a legend. First, the basics. Dusty Rhodes was a staple of the NWA in the 70’s and 80’s. He was arguably their most popular babyface for large periods of time, and one of the few who could stand up to Ric Flair and the Four Horseman. He was the exact opposite of the jet-flying, limo-riding Ric Flair. Whereas Flair looked like a champion, Rhodes looked like a plumber. In fact, as he so often reminded us, he was the son of a plumber. He had a short, unremarkable stint in the WWF before spending the rest of his TV career in WCW. After WCW folded, Dusty did backstage work for WWE, eventually becoming a promo coach in NXT.