Sunday, August 2, 2015
UFC MMA RIP!
I don't get it. UFC or MMA or street brawling or any of it. What would be illegal and get you jail time in a bar or on the street is perfectly fine in some kind of octagon with bars and doors and thousands of drunks and sadists.
I love or rather loved boxing. I was fortunate to grow up in the 60's and 70's with Ali and Frazier and Foreman and Norton and Holmes. I could name you every Muhammed Ali fight from 1962 onward. Ooo Ooo check out the knockout punch Ali threw against Cleveland Williams. Loved the sweet science.
But now? Ehhhh. Unless it's Bud Crawford knocking out Gamboa or going back and watching fight films of the 1930's when the sport meant something I don't pay attention to boxing any longer. I mean come on, Vladimir Klitschko is one of the most sleep installing fighters ever.
UFC or MMA is the rage among people younger than me. I hear about it constantly and have no idea what they are talking about. There are young guys I work with who aspire to be MMA or UFC fighters. They all have one thing in common. My wishing to be anywhere else when they start talking about MMA or UFC. Jesus, stop!
Ronda Rousey beat some Brazilian last night in 34 seconds and is now all the talk of the street brawling world. I've seen stories about Ronda Rousey, how she grew up, how her father killed himself, how her mother encourages this behavior and used to fight herself. How attractive she is. Yeah great ears! Yum.
Ronda Rousey usually beats people up within 30 seconds, often within 20 seconds, and people fork over $50 to watch, kind of like the guys who like to watch women's hair pulling competitions over some useless dude. Yahoo!
I don't know. I'm old. I am not fond of this sport. I'd prefer refs and gloves and rules. Shit, one of these days they'll be a sport where the fighters are allowed to exercise their 2nd Amendment rights and just shoot each other.
Anyway I'll go back to yelling at kids to get off my lawn and kick back and enjoy REAL entertainment. RIP Roddy!