Terry Funk has died.
The word legend in thrown around a lot ... sometimes haphazardly, if you ask me. But Terry Funk is more than just a legend.
He was hardcore before hardcore was a thing. Somehow. And while death and taxes are a sure thing, the death of Terry Funk was never something I thought i'd see.
Somehow, someway, Funker would always kick out before three.
They always said Dusty Rhodes was the common man, but I always felt like Terry was probably more so. He never dressed fancy or talked about money - his passion was always just about hurting ya. There was honor in war, fighting for something. He never cared about limo's or diamond rings.
He'll always be a "Real Wrestler," to me - not that comic book bullshit (that honestly, i did love when i was a kid), but a guy that'd trade blood in foreign lands just to come back and bleed some horseman.
His angle with Ric Flair in 88, for me, was the peak, the pinnacle, the end of the best era of professional wrestling.
The last few years Funk kind of fell out of the spotlight - cancelling appearances and such, do to health issues. The writing has been on the wall for some time.
Doesn't make this any easier.
For an entertainment genre that is based upon a lie, Terry Funk was the truth. His passion was present. His presence is forever.
Forever.
Forever.
There will never be another dude like Terry.