If you went into the Mark Hunt vs. Bigfoot Silva match-up with low expectations, then you would’ve been happy with a quick KO. But we didn’t get a quick KO – we got an five-round war waged by these two heavyweight warriors upon each other. How good was Hunt vs. Bigfoot? It was this good…
There are certain things you don’t do or say to a man unless you are looking for fisticuffs. If a man were to goose your girlfriend and call her an objective name, one would expect tensions to rise at a furious rate, and before long fists would be flying. Other times it comes in a much more primal costume. Like when you are walking down the street, and a man passes you by and spins you around and tosses you a down pillow. You’re natural reaction is to protect your invisible pillow line in the sand, and launch straight into a pillow fight that would look like a battle scene out of 300. That’s exactly what this man did.
Once upon a time, here were about five UFCs a year, and they’d air on satellite pay-per-view so you’d have to travel via bus to the only sports bar in New York City just to watch the damn thing. If you wanted more than that, then maybe, if you knew a guy who knew a guy, you could get your hands on a VHS copy of PRIDE or one of the old Extreme Challenges that had a production value of about negative ten dollars. And that was it. That was all you got. Now, however, you have MMA coming out the ying-yang. Take this weekend for example. On Friday, there’s UFC Fight Night 33, which is taking place in Australia on Saturday, but through the magic of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity we get to watch it a day early. Then on Saturday there’s Invicta FC on Internet pay-per-view, and also the World Series of Fighting on the Home Shopping Network (or something like that). That’s a lot of mixed martial arts.
So what’s a true fan like you supposed to do to keep track of all this impending violence? Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.
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