“Le Dinner Debonair”, the Chris Jericho and Maxwell Jacob Friedman segment from the Oct. 21 episode of AEW Dynamite, earned MJF a spot in writer Wesley Morris’ “Best Performances of 2020” piece in The New York Times.
That’s a pretty big deal for a song-and-dance number on a pro wrestling show.
Buddies CJ and Max are not the kind of guys (nor do they play the kind of characters) to not take a victory lap about that kind of recognition. They took different approaches to celebrating MJF’s prestigious shout-out, though.
The veteran called attention to the article, and continued his beef with his old Smoky Mountain Wrestling boss* and his followers in the process:
HUGE props from @nytimes for @The_MJF & #DinnerDebonair! Once again proof that Pro Wrestling comes in many shapes & forms...but the most important thing is that it ENTERTAINS! In other news, the Louisville Dipshit Times is still whining about it...— Chris Jericho (@IAmJericho) December 4, 2020
Friedman took a slightly different tack. First incorporating the honor into this great farewell for his recently deceased grandfather:
December 4, 2020
Then bringing in his grandmother - and her delicious challa French toast - to sell his match with Orange Cassidy on next Wednesday’s Dynamite:
Victory breakfast with Grandma AKA Momoo for me being named @nytimes BEST PERFORMER OF 2020. pic.twitter.com/l7nw38dsqc— Maxwell Jacob Friedman™️ (@The_MJF) December 5, 2020
Momoo has some choice words for that dipshit orange Cassidy pic.twitter.com/q1lmR6O7PO— Maxwell Jacob Friedman™️ (@The_MJF) December 5, 2020
That’s the kind of stuff that gets people thinking MJF is the future of this business. That, and the way he deals with Twitter types who don’t think heels should have families...
Hey dipshit. It’s not a gimmick. I’m not allowed to have a grandmother?— Maxwell Jacob Friedman™️ (@The_MJF) December 5, 2020
Sit and spin.
* Jim Cornette, who hails from Louisville and uses his podcasts to bury pro wrestling segments and matches that are meta, ironic or basically just don’t present as “real sports”... stuff like “Le Dinner Debonair”.