GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEE..............

A month ago or so I had this nasty Flu bug and stayed home for 8 or 9 days.....What do you do while fighting a nasty virus like this? Watch your wonderful TV with over 200 channels (75% plus crap).....But I got addicted to watching guys beat the brains out of each other. The sport has many different titles such as "Ultimate Fighting""Bodog Fighting" "Kickbox" etc. It comes in different flavors from in a traditional boxing ring to a cage.
I found the knock outs to be over the top..You kind of wince at it on the re-plays. The difference between WWF wrestling and this....is that THIS is REAL. Now lets fast forward a month and here I was drinking my coffee at Stumptown Roasters (downtown Portland) when an advertisement caught my eye about this form of ultimate violence coming to my town. I drove down to the Rose Garden Arena and bought a pair of tickets.
This would be a perfect Father & Son event! I called my Son Tyler and asked him if he wanted to go with me.
I knew for a fact that my wife would have no part in this blood sport. I was shocked to learn that Tyler knew so much about this sport which is one of the fastest growing in the nation! We stopped for some sushi before the fight and paid Paul Allens parking ransom & took our seats. The crowd was huge in this big venue. The show these promoters put on is stellar.....The ring announcer was as good as the best at Madison Square Garden......
And then it began...The first of 12 fights. The first few matches on the card were local guys trying to make their mark in this sport. They were great because of how hard they tried to kill their opponent. It is one thing to be under your warm covers in bed with a tissue in hand watching it on the tube....it is a whole lot different being there and hearing ribs crack and punches to the nose. It is also a whole new game seeing the amount of blood that flows. By the end of the evening the mat was splattered with blood flow! I kid you not. It was great when the ring announcer built up the bios of the fighters and they made their way through the arena with their corner crew carrying a bucket! That's it folks.,..just a bucket. These guys are really tough when they go nose to nose as the ref lays down a few rules...and the bell rings & they start kicking-punchin with their hands-knees & legs.
It was like when the old Batman shows aired and on the screen appeared "POW" "SMACK" "OUCH!"....remember that? One guy took it two rounds and never hardly landed a punch. The opponent plummeted him to the point of his mouth piece hanging half way & there it came...LIGHTS OUT! I thought he killed this unfortunate chap. He layed there for a while with blood coming from his ear.....as the crowd thundered with a deafening noise. They had two intermissions for the tough monkeys in the crowd to tank up more on beer.
The yelling from the crowd was worth the price of admission. It was also interesting to see young ladies who wanted to touch the fighters as they left the ring. You would be shocked at the Bodog groupies that show up for these fights. Their skimpy gloves are like skins & when they walk from their fight most have blood & guts on their hands....These girls wanted to shake their hand & get high fives! It was a real experience. Would I want to go back again and see more. Your damn right I would.

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