Three Degrees Of Ric Flair

When I was a kid I hated Ric Flair.

Saturday nights at my house were devoted to wrestling. It started at 6:05 on WTBS and ended at 2 in the morning on channel 36. I saw the Von Erich family of wrestlers from Texas, I heard a young Jim Ross from Oklahoma and I cheered on the Rock and Roll Express in Atlanta. I was there for all of it. I can even remember the lady in charge of the Christmas play at my church coming up to me at one Saturday night practice and saying, “Don’t worry Jay. You’ll be home in time for wrestling.”

And I was.

Most of my childhood was spent hating Ric Flair because he was the loudmouth who beat all of the guys that I liked. As I grew older I started to appreciate and even admire him. The fact that he made me hate him so badly meant that he did his job well. I guess it’s sort of like how we all hated Darth Vader when we were kids but started to like him as adults.

On Tuesday night, ESPN’s 30 for 30 series covered the life of Ric Flair. Watching it didn’t make me hate Ric Flair again nor did it reinforce my appreciation for him. It made me feel sorry for him.

Ric Flair is really Richard Fliehr, a college drop out who figured out a way to turn a fascination with alcohol and women into a moneymaking lifestyle. That lifestyle turned out to be as fake as the wrestling matches Fliehr participated in almost every night during the prime of his career. He had a jet but he wasn’t really jet setting. He wore nice clothes but isn’t as rich as we were all led to believe. He was around a lot of women but didn’t know how to be with just one woman.

Fliehr wasn’t wrestling. He was running. He was running from the shame of disappointing his parents. He was running away from any form of commitment. He was running to an acceptance and satisfaction that could never be found in the places where he was looking.

Many broken lives were left in the wake of the Nature Boy’s lifestyle. There were four broken marriages. There were four broken children, each suffering in their own way because of their father’s absence. Perhaps none of them suffered more than his son Reid. Ric Flair brags about binge drinking in hotels every night for most of his career. His son Reid followed in his father’s footsteps, not just in the wrestling ring but at the hotel bar as well. Only Reid went further. He added pills and heroin to his diet. On March 29, 2013, Reid Fliehr was found dead, in of all places, a hotel room.

In the 30 for 30 documentary, director Rory Karpf asked Ric Flair what he would say to his son if he were here today. A crying Fliehr said that he would apologize for being his son’s friend instead of his father. There was a lot of pain in those words. And wisdom too.

Honestly, I don’t think I ever really hated Ric Flair. I just wanted to be Ric Flair and I knew it wasn’t happening. I dreamed of putting the playground bully in a figure four leg lock or of walking to my desk in a robe while the Space Odyssey theme played. I think that Richard Fliehr wanted to be Ric Flair too. It wasn’t happening for him either.

Ric Flair always said, “To be the man, you’ve got to beat the man.” But rather than trying to be a man, Flair settled for some other version of manhood. And it ended up beating him.

Now, no one wants to be Richard Fliehr.

But if we’re not careful in discerning truth from reality and what’s really important from what feels really good at the time, we could all end up just like him.

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Christmas And A Brief Theology Of Ric Flair

Diamonds are forever.

The first time that I ever heard that phrase was from the famous theologian, Nature Boy Ric Flair. If you don’t know who Ric Flair is, you might be what’s wrong with America. But that’s okay. I’ll forgive you. Those of us with more refined tastes know that Ric Flair was a professional wrestler who hung around a group of other professional wrestlers that liked to call themselves The Four Horsemen. Flair used to say, “Diamonds are forever and so are the Four Horsemen. Woooo!”

Here’s Flair in his prime.

 

The Four Horsemen don’t exist anymore. And Ric Flair isn’t quite what he used to be. Here’s some recent footage of Mr. Flair.

The news isn’t much better for diamonds. Just ask Amber Vinson.

She’s the Dallas nurse who was diagnosed with ebola a while back. While her life was being saved by a medical team at Emory, hazmat crews were going through her Texas apartment and destroying everything that they thought might spread the disease. Everything included Vinson’s diamond engagement ring. It was incinerated.

Nothing, it seems, is forever.

Until you understand what David tells us in Psalm 145.

Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures throughout all generations. The LORD is faithful in all his words and kind in all his works. Psalm 145:13 (ESV)

The God of the universe is forever. His goodness to his people is forever. His reign as king is forever. And the worship of him by his people will be forever.

Much of what we live for and worship is far from eternal. If you are the parent of small children, you’ll be reminded of that in a few  months when the presents you stressed yourself out over buying are discarded for something newer and shinier.

Christmas is hard on people for a whole lot of different reasons. For some, it’s the stress of making sure that everything is in its proper place. For others, it’s the sting of death that has left another empty space at the table this year.

This Christmas, read Psalm 145. At first, it may not seem like a Christmas passage but it really is. In it we don’t see a god who began in a manger and ended in a tomb. Instead, we see a God whose kingdom is everlasting. And we see a God who, “upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down” (Psalm 145:14).

In response, we should say with David, “My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD, and let all flesh bless his holy name forever and ever” Psalm 145:21 (ESV).

Woooo!