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Deadspin on UFC 118

As I settled into press row, I couldn’t help but reflect upon my recent dealings with the UFC public relations machine, which seems to grow by the day, an indication both of the UFC’s unruly expansion and — for a company trafficking in sanctioned brutality — its incredibly thin skin. Things had not gone well. The flacks disapproved of my scribbling and, at one point, suggested I focus more on the action in the cage and less on celebrities tugging pud at urinals. It was apparently deemed gratuitous. I was told I’d made rookie mistakes. I was told, in other words, to get in line. As a pre-condition for granting credentials, an infinitely more accommodating flack nevertheless asked what I “hope[d] to accomplish at UFC 118.”

-Deadspin on getting credentialed