TNA reminds me of an old folks home. Only this place takes in old wrestlers. TNA's old wrestlers are like the old folks who refuse to give up their drivers license even after they driven down the wrong way of a one way street or have crashed their car into a 7-11. Or like the old folks who ride two in the car, the passenger tells the driver that the stop light is red, or needs to turn at the next stop sign. And the short driver who can barely see over the steering wheel telling the passenger "I know where I am going." They might have life left in them, but please stop driving, or in this case, STOP WRESTLING!!!