Seein' Cena

I’ve never been much of a wrestling fan. And I never wrestled in high school. In fact, the only wrestling I’ve ever done has been with tough steaks and bad life decisions.

The last time I paid any attention to wrestling was as a kid, watching Bobo Brazil on TV from the Olympic Auditorium in downtown Los Angeles. Look it up.

So I was more than a little surprised to find myself becoming a fan of one of wrestling’s biggest stars and best ambassadors: John Cena.

I honestly don’t remember when I first came across Cena, but it wasn’t in the ring. It was as an actor, and he was genuinely good. Not only does he have real acting chops, he also has terrific comic timing, as anyone who watched him play Sammy Fak on The Bear can tell you.

Whenever I saw him on late-night talk shows, he also came across as refreshingly humble. No oversized ego. No "look at me" energy. Just a guy comfortable enough in his own skin to laugh at himself.

But what impressed me most, and I think it’s because it’s in such short supply these days, was his heart.

Cena has granted more wishes through the Make-A-Wish Foundation than anyone in history: more than 650 for critically and terminally ill children. Watch a few clips online and you'll see he always makes time for fans, especially kids. He's built like a superhero, but he's never been afraid to show vulnerability or admit he's still a work in progress.

What really sealed it for me was a video from a fan convention. A cancer survivor told Cena his "Never Give Up" mantra is what helped him through the darkest days of treatment, then asked if he could have a hug. Cena didn't hesitate for a second.

It wasn't staged. It wasn't performative. It was just a genuinely kind human moment.

At a time when the loudest voices like Pete Kegsbreath (please pass the testosterone), alledged alpha males and dipshits in the manosphere are selling toxic masculinity and seem to think compassion is a character flaw, it's refreshing, bordering on revolutionary, to see someone like Cena set a different example. Strength doesn't have to mean arrogance. Confidence doesn't require cruelty. Young men could do a whole lot worse than looking up to someone who treats kindness as a strength instead of a weakness.

Of course, if I'm being completely honest, there are still a few people in Washington, D.C. I'd happily pay to see him body slam.

Over and out

Another year, another four and a half days of insanity come to an end. Comic Con 2015 is over.

It's hard to know which I enjoy more: the studio panels in gigantic Hall H where they bring out tremendous movie star power and show exclusive footage just for the Comic Con crowd, or watching socially and emotionally arrested nerds come out of their basements once a year and try to interact with actual people.

That's the film they should show in Hall H.

This year had special meaning for me. It was the last Comic Con with my son before he heads off to college in Texas. And even though he'll be back every summer, and we'll be at Comic Con every year he's back, I cherished the time with him much more than in past Cons.

I also made a promise to myself I wasn't going to harsh his buzz by complaining about everything from the massive lines, incredibly unorganized wristband handouts, pizza in Hall H that's actually just cardboard with ketchup (although cardboard and ketchup would be a step up), horrendous traffic getting there and back, and the fact the girl in the skimpy Spartan outfit kept pretending she didn't notice me.

I'm happy to report I kept my promise. As much for myself as for him.

Comic Con really is like seeing The Rolling Stones or going to Paris. It's something everyone should do once. It's a wonder to watch a hundred and thirty thousand people congregate in the same place, with the freedom and joy to dress up, geek out and be who they are without being judged harshly for it.

I imagine for a lot of them, it's not a feeling they get to enjoy often in their real lives.

I'm still trying to catch up on sleep I lost camping out for the more popular panels at the Con. It's good to go, but it's good to be home - relaxing without having to worry when to get in the next line for Hall H.

At least until July 21, 2016.