Here's a sentence I never imagined myself writing: Last night I watched Mickey Gall slap the taste out of Sage Northcutt's mouth.
I'm pretty sure that it was the first UFC fight I've watched from start to finish. And it was a horrifying, brutal thing, I must say. Much harsher than boxing, which is pretty goddamned harsh. I actually began to think that one of these guys would be seriously hurt or even killed in this bout. And I don't much like the idea of that. Hell, I have a hard time watching football now after seeing that Will Smith movie. But I have to admit that the UFC fight was kind of fascinating, too. And I must not be so all alone in thinking that, since 11,460 people were in the arena, and I'd imagine that quite a few people watched it on tv.
But, hey, this is the 21st century, so why imagine? That's just lazy nowadays. Here you go:
" . . . the show averaged an 0.9 rating in the 18-49 demo and 2.69 million viewers based on the fast nationals. That's 17 to 20 percent above what the early December show has done in the fast nationals the past three years."
Yep. And you know what? When it was over, I watched another one. Michelle "The Karate Hottie" Waterson vs. Paige "12 Gauge" VanZant . . . who looked neither Hottie nor 12 Gauge when I saw them, but when I Google imaged later on . . . oh my and homina homina homina. I may have to start watching more UFC, brahs and tahs.
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