Wow. UFC 141. I’m not a huge UFC fan, just a casual fan. I find this odd because I’ve actually been watching UFC since I was a kid in the early 90’s. UFC 3 was my first pay-per-view MMA experience. The early UFC was pitched as “There are no rules!” Literally, I think the only rules were no eye gouging and no biting. There’s way more now that it’s big and mainstream. We used to get together at my buddy’s house…a bunch of us would order pizza, crush Dr. Pepper, and watch dudes named Royce Gracie, Dan Severn, Ken Shamrock, and Tank Abbott beat the hell out of each other. The skinniest little effer out there, Brazillian Jui-Juitzu specialist, Royce “HOYCE” Gracie… would always win with some submission move that we’d all try to recreate on each other. Throw the couch cushions on the ground and brawl. Gracie probably weighed a buck fifty and he was taking down giants.
Fast forward to 2011… and that poster up top. Giants. It’s brilliant. Brock Lesnar is a freak of a human being. Just a monster. He so much bigger than everybody… until now. Never even heard of this other character, Overeem, but holy crap, he’s just as big a Brock…even taller. Smart move with this poster… because now I totally want to see this fight. Beast vs. Beast, side by side…two freakishly monstrous humans pummeling each other. Sounds like a blast. So, where we watching this, lobsters? Bub’s in PB?
Side note: Lesnar’s insane brass knuckles dagger tat scares me to death. This man is not right in the head.