So, yeah, he didn't fight this past weekend...but isn't he hot?

Patron Margaritas = I can't fell my lips. I'm just saying. The patron? Yeah, it makes a difference. In a good, good way.

UFC Update: Saturday was the big "Welcome the WWE baboon to the UFC" match up between Brock Lesnar and Frank Mir. I'm a huge fan of MMA - as it is now called. Huge fan FOR YEARS of UFC. I can remember back in the day when it was practically an all day event. No rules - compared to today. Just the anticipation of how long it was going to take Gracie to submit someone like Shamrock. Even back then it had something that boxing could never have - except for that one time Mike Tyson bit off that ear. That was a great moment is sports history, my friends. Shameful, but I still remember exactly what I was doing during that fight and my reaction.

I digress...haha...I was actually getting more and more upset about the thought of this man entering our octagon as fight night wears on. The hype. The way the announcers seem to be onboard. Even Joe. My Joe, not Rogan. Everyone seems to want to see what this ape is capable of...hammerfist, anyone? Like bringing an entertainer into the cage is some great thing for this sport? I'm all for fresh new talent, that's why we have shows like The Ultimate Fighter and great sponsors like TAPOUT. But do we really need to look to professional wrestling for talent?

But what really, really pissed me off was when it was showtime. When the lights went down and crowd got quiet. When the music started and they brought Mir out first. The seasoned vet. The warrior. The former heavyweight champion. They brought him out first. If he wasn't bothered by that - trust me I was bothered enough for both of us. Even Joe thought that was a pretty shitty move on their part. I felt disrespected. Me. Never been hit - unless you count the punches I suffered as a child at the hands of my brothers.

But Frank brought it. I mean, he must've trained with someone dropping cement blocks on his head because he must've taken about a thousand of those hammerfists to the head. Seriosuly. And God bless the ref. He must've been feeling a little disrespected himself because he stopped the fight and deducted a point for a couple of back of the head punches. In the St. Pierre fight all Georgie got was a teensy little warning. But that cement block training paid off because Mir stayed in it and got that muscled blimp in knee bar and the punk submitted. It was the greatest MMA moment of the night for two reasons:

1. It was the most hilarious tapout I'd ever seen. It wasn't one of those fast rat-a-tat-tat's that most fighters use. Or even the verbal oh-my-god-he's-killing-me number that Hughes had to do with Georgie. It was more like one of those good-job ass pats that we see ball players do so often. Bam. Pause. Bam. And the ref? God, that man is my hero, he saw it - I know he did. But he waited, probably hoping as I was that something was about to break, for a couple of more Bam. Pause. Bam's. before stopping the fight.

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2. Because our MMA warrior submitted the f'er. In my opinion, there couldn't have been a better way for anyone to win that fight. It was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Good job, Frank.

P.S. And thank you to all the fans present that boo'd. I didn't learn this until I read a commentary on the fight. I thought I was alone...but I should have known better!