Poor little booger: Jimmy Jacobs is sad

Found this one while surfing around on Twitter: Jimmy Jacobs turned the ol’ Flip camera on himself, but instead of singing brilliant but poorly mixed love songs to the sexified Lacey, he’s now crying about how he’s been a wrestler for 12 or 15 or whatever years and still can’t get a break. I come at this from two different directions. One, I don’t know what “kind” of wrestling I really like, and honestly, I don’t know if anyone *should* like one “kind” of wrestling (garbage, technical, brawling, high-flying, WWE, All Japan,,,). To me, wrestling is like music: No matter the genre, if it’s good, I’ll like it. That said, one of my absolute favorite matches I’ve ever seen live was the violent and bloody cage match between Jimmy Jacobs and (ugh) BJ Whitmer at Ring of Honor show in Detroit. The emotion, the gore, the gimmicks, and (yawn) the sacrifice was tremendous, and it’s one of the few matches I go back to watch on ROH DVDs anymore.

Two, the other side of this from which I come… quit comparing yourself to CM Punk, who clearly deserves everything he has achieved, and Alex Shelley, who has entertained his way to that 60-inch television, quit being a bitch, quit resting on the fact that you’ve wrestled since you were 15 and you think that somehow entitles you to something, and make a fucking money-drawing career for yourself.

Comments on this YouTube page debate whether or not this was a work. If it is, it’s a good but long-winded promo. If it’s not, well, buck up, little guy, strap on those fuzzy boots and sell your soul to TNA! Aunt Dixie’s got a warm apple pie and a multi-year contract waitin’ for ya. HUSS! HUSS! HUSS! -Eric

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