I rarely watch RAW live, because I’m a bad wrestling fan, and I prefer to watch RAW after it’s been DVR’d, so that I can skip the 64 minutes worth of commercials during the three-hour program, most of which are conveniently tucked in the middle of matches. I’ve become quite the expert at anticipating when they’ll happen based on Michael Cole’s choice of words, when someone conveniently gets thrown out of the ring, and that it’s usually seven clicks of the 30 seconds ahead before I’m right back into the action where the heel is almost undoubtedly in control of the match when TV resumes. It’s also handy for skipping matches from untalented, formulaic, or just plain boring wrestlers like Santino Marella, the Great Khali and Randy Orton, and the seemingly weekly/monthly Alberto del Rio versus Sin Cara/Hunico-in-a-mask match.
Needless to say, I do a boatload of skipping when I do watch RAW, because I’m a bad wrestling fan apparently.