
We went to RAW last week at Joe Louis Arena. Unless you are a ten-year-old boy or you live with one, you might not know what that means, but its professional wrestling and it’s a big deal. You can argue whether wrestling is real or fake, but you have to marvel at the coordinated stunt work that results in moves like the “Shooting Star,” or the “Corkscrew Splash.” It’s an acrobatic show with a carefully constructed plot that plays out over the weekly broadcasts, leading fans to live or pay-per-per-view events with epic-sounding names like “Wrestlemania,” “Backlash” or “Judgment Day.”
But the best part about World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) is the opportunity for what we call “Man Training.” Now some might consider those to be mutually exclusive terms, but Man Training is a ritual where boys acquire the confounding attributes that their future wives will ultimately blame on their mothers. Jesse and I were pumped when we got the tickets to RAW and excited that we were going to be ab

le to bring some of his friends with us. Excited, that is, until Wendy told us that we had a problem: He was going to be away that week at fifth grade camp.
“Bummer!”
“Sorry,” she said. “But even if you could convince the teacher to let him out you would have to pick him up in Jackson at like 4 O’clock and then drive all the way downtown. You probably wouldn’t get home until midnight and then you’d have to wake up at 5 a.m. and drive him back to camp so he’d be there in time for breakfast. He would only get like four hours of sleep and that’s like 300 miles and gas is $4.00 a gallon.”
“Great! Sounds like a plan! High Five!” Man Training.
In addition to horrible man-planning, Monday Night RAW offered us even more opportunities to help form the young male psyche; like the development of blind allegiance to a favorite play

er or team; contempt for all authority figures including referees and general managers; the abili
ty to make instant judgments between right and wrong (unless we’re talking about ourselves) and of course the absolute obsession over some things, even if they are quite obviously fake.
The highlight of the show had to be the Divas – the female wrestlers who compete in their own matches as well as being partnered up with male wrestlers who act as their protectors in a classic hero mythology. But as we soon discover, the divas are actually in complete control of the motives, actions and responses of their male counterparts. And in the end, they wind up getting exactly what they want. That is perhaps the most valuable Man Training of all.
Fred Nahhat is
DPTV Director, On-Air Fundraising