I just got back from Christmas vacation, so you’ll all have to forgive me for my absence from the webs during UFC 92. I had no internet, and I avoided every MMA site like the plague in anticipation of a great night of fights. There were a lot of guys I wanted to see win that night, so the last thing I wanted was to have it ruined.
If I had just started watching MMA a week ago, I would have been ecstatic. None of the main fights went to a decision, and considering we had two 25 minute fights, it could have easily turned into a fucking bore fest. There was also a lot of charged up emotions; you could see it in the faces of the fighters. Had I not been so keenly invested in the thing, I probably would have enjoyed myself more. But fuck, am I the only one that thinks that this was the night of the cocksuckers? I mean, first you have to watch Wanderlei get fucking tooled, and then watching Big Nog getting owned by Frank Mir almost made me throw up in my mouth. And although I’m not a huge Griffin fan, I wanted someone, ANYONE, to tool the cocky and annoying Rashad Evans. Now here’s the champ, and it hurts me to say it.
Ok, so I am being a little dramatic, but the cherry on this sundae was having to watch CB Douche-away get his hand lifted up in victory in his fight against wrestling rival Mike Massenzio (which sounded like a classic Rocky story to me). Mike looked like he was about to submit CB, but instead, the fucking guy gets mounted from the back and pummeled to shit. I just hate seeing the man win, period. There is something vile about him. Every time his lips move, all I see is that shitty smirk on his face.
The whole event made me feel dirty. It was like getting the best handjob of your life from your cousin; sure, it felt great, but man did it seem wrong at the time. I’m sure once the shock of so many assholes winning their fights passes, I’ll admit that UFC 92 was pretty bangin’, but as of right now, I’m officially pissed.
Oh, and it’s good to be back!