There was a period of time that I considered Nigel McGuiness one of my favorite wrestlers. I enjoyed the stuff he was doing in Ring of Honor from almost the beginning, and I enjoyed the ride of being a fan while he moved toward the top of the card. I was happy when he took the title from Morishima, and I enjoyed his title run despite the injuries.
I own 2 Nigel t-shirts if it helps illustrate how much I enjoyed him.
I didn't see his TNA run, because it is a show I just can't get into, but I was glad to hear he was doing well there.
I was concerned with his health issues and the lack of information surrounding him, as much as I am with anyone I don't know.
I also made it a point to travel 2 hours to attend his last show in West Virginia, although the fact that my parents live twenty minutes from the venue helped.
Then I watched the documentary that is getting all kinds of ass kissing revues on twitter, went into it expecting something really special, and I pretty much lost most of the respect I had for the man.
I think of the countless thousands of wrestlers who didn't get half the opportunities he had, and while I am sure they are bitter, they didn't make a two hour "woe is me" documentary about it. At the start you feel kind of bad for him, but by the end when he is sitting in his car pounding on the steering wheel, I was just wishing for him to shut the fuck up.