I was headed out the door on September 21, 2001 – only ten days after the worst attack ever on United States soil. My wife called out to me, asking me to come back for just a moment before I took my two kids, ages 9 and 7, and a family friend to Shea Stadium, for the first major athletic event in New York since that terrible day when the towers fell, and the world as many of us knew it changed forever. Read more

Very seldom will I use the word “great” to describe anything I do. Really, that’s a word for others to use, if they choose to, in reference to something I have done. Sometimes that word “great” is used in conjunction with the word “disappointment” to describe something I’ve been part of; a book, a match, or maybe even a three- year tenure with a wrestling company. But I will go on record as saying I had a “great” comedy show last month in Plattsburgh, New York. But that great show was surrounded in both mystery and revelation, and I came out of it with both the feeling that I wanted to earnestly pursue the serious business of comedy, and the realization that I was going to have to work extraordinarily hard to do so. Read more

A few days ago, I woke up to the harsh realization that leaving Impact Wrestling meant I couldn’t take my kids to Universal Studios any time I pleased anymore. No Mummy or Simpsons without waiting, no post pre-tape rides on the Hulk-coaster. A few days from now, I will come face to face with an even harsher reality; for the first time in several years, there will be no paycheck awaiting me in the Foley mailbox. So with those two realities coinciding, I think it’s only fair that I’ve been asking myself whether working for TNA (Impact Wrestling) was really all that bad.

The answer I keep coming to is “no” – it really wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it was pretty good. Sometimes it was really good. I was treated treated with respect, paid well, and pretty much liked everyone I worked with… including Russo, Hogan and Bischoff, in case you were wondering. Read more