So last night, as you may be aware, this whole draft thing went down. Stephanie and Shane McMahon took a big knife and split the WWE cake into two separate pieces so they wouldn’t have to share any with each other, and now we once again are presented with a chaotic and fascinating brand split, which will send shock waves through the months and years to come. If you were like me, you eagerly tuned in to see who would go where, and just how Smackdown would manage to pull off a draft that would get them back in the game and make them a viable competitor to the unstoppable megalith that is Raw. And then, if you are also like me, you kept right on waiting.
It’s not that the draft they did was baaaaaad, per say. It’s just that it lacked a certain clarity of vision. Smackdown got a bunch of people and Raw got a bunch of people, and at the end of it, I was left with the impression that an opportunity was missed to really make a go of this thing. So I hoisted myself off the couch, dislodged the cap who was peacefully sleeping on my face, and dusted off the old keyboard to give this thing a genuine go. Indeed, to take my rightful place as THE DRAFT CZAR.
Got My Bowling Ball With The Cross, Got My Pokey Stick. READY.