We’re a week away from UFC77 in Cincinnati, and all I have to say is “Where’s the hype?” I understand that with the sky falling, it’s easy to forget about this event. But even before Randy took a hike there was very little coverage going on for this show. Fuck, I’m GOING to the show and I haven’t even really bothered to take a close look at the undercard to see who’s fighting. Some guys I think. Should be okay.
But seriously now: the 77 card is pretty decent, especially considering it’s the last good card we get for two months. We should be all abuzz by now. There should be 500 threads on Sherdog debating if Rich Franklin is gonna need a nose job or not after his fight. Instead there’s maybe 100. Even the pre-event phone conference was a half-assed affair, with barely any questions and very little sizzle indeed.
So what the fuck is wrong with us all? Where’s our passion? Where’s our pep? Are we so wrapped up in the politiks going on in the sport that we’ve become bored of the actual sport itself? Or are we suffering from what I call layover depression, where the UFC stacks a bunch of events close to eachother to work us up and then dumps us for a month to wait like a junkie shaking in the corner for his next hit. Of course, after a while the drug dependency is gone and we’re no longer jonesing as bad. That doesn’t mean we won’t do it again when it’s offered to us. But we’re no longer sucking cock in alleyways for crack.