I’m not the biggest fan of Brandon Vera out there, but he certainly did endear me with the following comments:
“I wanted to punch Tim so hard,” he says. “I should have just kept touching and moving, instead of trying to light him up early. He started hitting me; I couldn’t hit him back. I started throwing short elbows to try and catch him on his way in. I sucked. That was one of the most boring fights ever. I’m ashamed to have been a part of it.”
I don’t mind too much if a fighter is boring – so long as they’re fucking ashamed of themselves for it afterwards. None of this Tim Sylvia or Andrei Arlovski “I followed my gameplan” bullshit. None of that “I don’t care what the fans think” crap.
Case in point: Karo Parisyan. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone get as much Heat (hehe) about a boring fight than he did after his win over Ryo Chonan. But Karo manned up, said it wasn’t a great performance, that he was sorry and he’d do better next time. As far as I’m concerned, the matter’s dealt with. I don’t have to worry that Karo is happy with how things went and is going to continue sucking ass.
The same now goes for Vera. Sure, he’s an egotistical blowhard who’s swallowed his own hype. But at least he cares about having a good entertaining fight. It took a lot to keep hating him after he thrashed Frank Mir, but now I just can’t resist him any more. I … I like Brandon Vera. There, I said it!