I’ve been getting weird email messages from Rich Franklin lately. Basically because we bought a shirt for a jackal way back in the day, I’m on the American Fighter mailing list. And one of the oh so sweet advantages of that is ‘The Franklin Equation’, pearls of wisdom from our favorite creationist. So far there hasn’t been anything worth bringing up on the blog – his first few were about ‘dealing with fear’ and ‘troops are the real heroes’, but something in the third one bugged me a little:
My training brothers, however, are not the only ones who stay in my head, and give me the will to do my best. I am always thinking about you – my fans – and I thank you for sticking with me. You make the difference in my life, in my continuing mission to always go full-out.
I’m ready take on Travis Lutter in Quebec province.
Kudos to you for giving your fans some props, but come on now. Quebec province? What are we, in China? If you’re not going to bother learning the name of the city you’re fighting in, at least try not to fuck up how the word ‘province’ is conjugated. It’s a small gripe, I know. But still … I shared the rage of my San Jose brethren when Kimbo told them he’d “love to fight here in San Francisco”. Shit like this is important to those of us with OCD.