Now that I think about it, I forgot how much I miss "King Of The Hill". "Bob's Burgers" *almost* fills that empty hole, but it needs a Rusty Shackleford.

Having almost fully neglected NXT in all its carnations, I was extremely pleasantly surprised by Enzo & Cass' debut promo. They seem more fully formed (well, Enzo, anyway) than most of the greener NXT calls-up, and it gives a warm, fuzzy nostalgic feeling for the second coming of the Attitude Era, as much as it can…

Charlotte? Ugh. Too much, waaaay too soon. She's the Yngwie Malmsteen of wrestling: technically proficient but as boring as Wonder bread.

I see her value, especially to younger fans, but I just don't like her. She's a great wrestler, but, for me, she's missing something (and it's not bleached hair and a set of implants).

If it weren't for my girlfriend, who watches more than I ever would, I'd have cancelled my Plus subscription a year ago.

Turns out today is the day I became too old for The A.V. Club, I guess, or at least William Hughes, because I like those shows. Covert Affairs more than Suits, I guess, and Royal Pains a distant third, but they're still decent enough entertainment in the wasteland of summer shows.