I'm not a big UFC fan. I liked it when it first started. It was barbaric and awesome! A guy that could knock someone's head off but didn't have a clue what an arm bar was versus a guy that could snap your damn ankle, but didn't know the first thing about defending a punch. That way one of two things was gonna happen:
1. A devastating submission
2. A highlight-reel knockout
I know what's coming. You're not an MMA purist, you don't know what you are talking about. The thing is, I do, and I don't care. The athletes are impressive and the promotion is second to none. The actual product is trash. It's so WWE.
There's no chance for an unknown guy like Marco Ruas to emerge as the best fighter in the world in one night. UFC set the bar too high, too early for me.
My prediction for tomorrow? Brock Lesnar. Why? He has bigger muscles. I hope "The Natural" proves me wrong, but what is he, 50?
Alright, now I can finally get back to my Oscar De La Hoya CD.
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