I know everyone out there doesn’t follow wrestling.  No problem.  I’ll gladly pick up the slack for all the non-fans out there.  So last week, it finally happened:  The second coming of Y2J.  After reading scads and scads of reaction and analysis on wrestling sites and personal blogs over the past week, I think it’s reasonable to conclude that most wrestling fans think that the return of Chris Jericho was very well done, to say the least.  There are the inevitable comparisons to Jericho's original WWE debut, which is the stuff of legend.  And of course, there is a small group of wrestling snobs who have complained that the first glimpse of Y2J shouldn’t have have been on the Tron.  Then there are the folks who have whined that he waited too long to talk and that the crowd got tired of cheering.  And some of the “haters” have complained about Jericho’s outfit and new hairstyle.  Sorry guys, but we can’t all be John Cena fans. 

As for me, I spent the last 10 minutes of last week’s RAW on my knees in the middle of my living room staring at the television in awe.  About 5 minutes into it, Thomai gently asked, “Are you okay, Mike?”  I responded, “Yeah...It’s just...so...good.”  That was the best I could do at the moment.

The return of Y2J is certainly one of the best moments within the last year or so of pro wrestling.  One day, it might even rank up there as one of the best wrestling moments of all time.  But for now, let’s just call it what it is:  100% Jericho!