I spent part of my copious free time during 2020 working on a project where I would talk about my favorite professional wrestlers in a paragraph.
At his best, he made for a flawlessly violent motor-mouth who’d never stop talking shit. Roddy played the kind of asshole who would pick a fight with a coat rack after he’d had enough drinks. At his worst, he was the painfully lame out-of-touch dad with a beer gut hanging out of his motorcycle jacket. His acting career proved his ability to play the sardonic everyman hero able to wisecrack his way out of any situation. He may have been the great lost action-star of the 90’s. His ring skill never rose above average, but then again his character was always one who’d rather bust a beer bottle over your head than test his grappling. Fans loved him despite his tendency to gouge the eyes of their heroes. Even at his worst, he was unpredictable and charismatic. In his day he captured the imaginations of millions of people. Not bad for a guy with a plastic hip. We’ll always have Frogtown.
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