Saturday, July 16, 2011

A Luchadore Taught Me Patience

I lack a lot of virtues, I'm sure, but perhaps one of my most significant is that I am not a patient man.

I like to hand-dry dishes, rather than use the dish washer, just because it gets them "into their place" faster.  I take the stairs instead of the elevator whenever I'm in a building with four or fewer floors.  I will sometimes buy a book from Barnes & Noble instead of ordering it online, even though I know I'll save $10.  In other words, I'm impatient to the point of being a weirdo.

At its heart, this has nothing to do with me tapping my foot while cooking Super Fast Eggs.  After all, as long as I don't bother people, who cares?  Here's where I'm profoundly impacted, though:  I'm impatient with life.  I want "the good parts" to get here now.  If I didn't manage my expectations well, it would probably make me unhappy, but pro wrestling taught me that your dues will come as long as you're patient and consistent.

I've mentioned before that Rey Mysterio is my favorite wrestler. 

How could you not like this guy?

His matches are exciting, he always knows how to connect with the crowd, and his ring gear is always imaginative.  I think he could carry a promotion if he was ever given the chance but, historically, the WWE's been scared to use Rey for anything but building new stars and selling exorbitantly priced masks to kids.

Rey did win the world title in 2006.  However, that was only because Eddie Guerrero died.  You could tell the WWE never meant it as anything but a tribute win, because they kept on making Rey lose to scrubs.  They had him lose to Mark Henry, Great Khali, Rob Van Dam...Hell, he couldn't even get a win over Sabu, and the publically traded corporation that is the WWE had no intention of keeping that lunatic around.

This is no public relations specialist.

Here was the most insulting segment that came out of that time period, though:

That's right: the WWE made World Champion Rey Mysterio put on a leprechuan hat and dance around.  Get it?  'Cause he's short? 

It baffles me to this day why the former federation felt the need to belittle its supposed top dog.  I imagine it couldn't have made Rey feel good.  If it affected him, though, he didn't let it show in his work.

Rey lost the title soon after, but he still hung around.  He had several place-holder fueds with Chavo Guerrero, he won several needless intercontinental championships, he retired JBL, he elevated John Morrison and Evan Bourne...All without losing his connection with the crowd.  He was holding down the middle of the show, yeah, but he was making it meaningful as best he could.

Over time, it became undeniable that Rey was the most popular good guy they had on Smackdown.  Four years and three months later, he won the world title again, and this time everyone treated him like he deserved it.

Whenever I think of how long my road to success is, I just tell myself, "Do what Rey would do.  Keep your mask down and your work ethic up."

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