So, the five of us spend a lot of time at Buffalo Wild Wings
to watch the major sporting events of our era. We’ve watched everything from
playoff basketball to Wrestlemania at B-dubs, and each time is pretty good for
trash talking, table bets, and a lot of other craziness. I figured these
hallowed moments of guy-time deserve their own blog posts, so I’ll be writing
these up each time we do one. Tonight, UFC.
The Main Event: So, my love for UFC fights extends only to
the nights Carlos really wants to go and watch them. I never grew up watching
UFC, boxing or wrestling. They all seem odd to me. UFC is always weird to
watch, because half of the matches have these really long prolonged wrestling
matches on the ground where two guys slowly grapple around until one submits or
the round is called. I should appreciate these parts for how calculated each
move and positioning (and Carlos will shout things like “oh he’s almost in the
Crucifix he’s in trouble now”), but usually it’s just really boring to see. UFC
does have some pretty spectacular “Oooh!” moments, and a bunch that make me
visibly cringe when some knee or elbow or whatever knocks somebody out cold. I
mean, that dude just dropped his elbow into the other dudes temple. Then someone gets cut, and
they’re sliding around on each other’s sweaty bloody faces and eww.
