Dan is singlehandedly responsible for making me like wrestling again. (or I should say, making me care about the Attitude Era again. I still don't care much for present-day WWE. As far as I'm concerned, people are still raising their 3:16 signs, wrestlers are still crotch-chopping, and Foley is still God)
Give in to the temptation. Give in to the joy, the pain, the immense stupidity, and the moments of brilliance hidden behind said stupidity. Give in to the People's Eyebrow.
Give in to Mr. Socko.