Over the weekend we where given the amazing gift of watching one of the greatest comebacks im MMA history. Cheick Kongo was practically unconscious, his eyes rolled back, his legs wobbly and Pat Barry still throwing bombs at his head. But Kongo reached into a place only few people know of, he dug deep into himself and pulled out a vicious uppercut that caught Barry while his hands where down. Barry’s lights went out immediately and he hit the canvas to suffer his first KO loss. This highlights something thats special to very few sports: one on one competition. When Kongo was in trouble there was no runningback to hand the ball off to, no star teammate to pass the ball to in hopes they can make the winning shot. All the responsibility lied in Kongos hands. Had he lost, he’d have no one but himself to blame. The solitary aspect of MMA is one I find to be the most interesting about the sport. Sure fighters depend on a team of people to train for a fight, but once the door to the cage closes…You’re on your own.
Like I’ve said before, there was a time I looked at fighters as superhuman people capable of just about anything. To me, my favorite fighters where unbeatable. But as I learn more and talk to more fighters, I realize that they’re just people. People who work hard and people who are capable of losing. But what makes me truly love MMA is how inspirational it can be. I cant help but personalize every fight, right now my legs are wobbly and my back is against the cage. Life is throwing serious bombs in my direction, but I have to go where Kongo went, Ive gotta dig deep into myself and find a way out of this situation. Im in pain, but atleast Pat Barry isnt throwing bombs at my head. Im gonna be ok.
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