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TinySickTears
Ha! That's really cool, bro. John Danaher is one of those guys who plays chess while his opponent is stuck on a checkers' board. I remember his
take on the first Weidman-Silva fight...however, he never mentioned Silva hotdogging it and eating a full power hook from a 220 lb, All-American
wrestler with his 40 yr old chin.
It looks like it just me and you until Sunday after the fight, so I'll just share where I come from this vis-a-vie some anecdotes about my
childhood.
I grew up a 'wrasslin' fan. Rode my bike to get autographs from Rock-n-Roll Express at the local Hardee's. My grandfather was a sheriff's deputy for
Charlotte-Mecklenburg County (trivia: Charlotte-Mecklenburg PD is one of the larger LEO departments in the nation) and his boss did security for all
of the Turner 'pro wrasslin' productions in Charlotte (Charlotte was ground zero for regional outfits like Turner's that ended up competing with
McMahon's outfit [coincidentally enough, Vince grew up 45 miles east of my hometown] during the late 80's); my uncle was resident at the Mayo clinic
in Rochester, MN '85-'87 and ended up coming home getting his first gig as 'sports physician' for NWA Wrestling. I say all this because many people
equate the face/heel (or kayfabe) aspect of 'wrasslin' to the promotional angle of MMA...I HATED MMA as a kid and was literally, only a degree of
separation away from Ric Flair... Royal Rumble, Summer Slam, Whatever at the Beach, etc. were all the high water mark for me in entertainment; the
UFC (apparently, the new owners don't like the "the" and only refer to the promotion as "UFC", currently, but back in the day it was "The UFC") events
were the last thing I wanted to see/attend, and after seeing it as a kid (yes, they were so desperate that if you could cast a shadow you could enter
with a ticket -- our tickets were free because security was the same as the wrasslin event in the same areana, Ovens Audiotorium) and deeming it
terribly boring in comparison to wrasslin, it was an afterthought for 10 years.
Boxing was my thing as far as combat sports were concerned. I got my first heavy bag the summer between freshman and sophomore years of high school.
I dug in. Competed as an amateur. Loved it. But then one spring semester in college I partied with some NCAA Division I wrestlers...that was the
first time I ever knew what it felt like to tote an ass-whooping. The university had an MMA club that these wrestlers would occasionally pay some
mind to...no one at that time was slick enough to ever catch one of those guys before you were picked up and slammed and you could fell the air/life
rush out of your body...but eventually I hooked up with some legit dudes in the DMV (D.C./Maryland/Virginia) area. Never competed, but I did learn a
lot from some decent people. The great thing about boxing is the taping of the wrist...my small wrist-to-hand ratio hinders my BJJ progress. It
doesn't take long once someone my size gets ahold of my wrist. I enjoyed it, but would always look to wrestle my way out and hunt for blood chokes.
Not a winning strategy. At any rate, it's fun and if someone is willing to pay for the mat time and do it for the sport of it (and not looking to
just 'seatbelt' me with control of my wrist and 'win'), I'm still game enough to roll. I still have all my boxing gear and hit the heavy bag in the
garage several times a month. And what is so funny to me, is that jumping rope is one the single best exercises to this day!! 150-200-year old
exercise is still the top of the heap (running, too, but that kinda goes without saying).
Alright, I purged my daily quota of stream-of-consciousness, but I finally set up the iMac and those terrible pop-ups on ATS aren't keeping me
away...good talking to ya...even if it was just rambling about growing up and loving pro wrasslin
P.S. I don't do FB, but I'll get my girl to log on tonight and pull that video up for me...I'll get back to you.