I don't expect this to get rec'd. I don't expect 100s of comments. I don't expect sympathy. I expect nothing but hatred and scorn.
I was just reminded that 3 months ago, I agreed to babysit my 2-year old nephew in the East Bay on November 19th while his parents (my sister) are out of town. Family is pretty much the only thing that could prevent me from seeing my second live UFC event, and so here we are.
I was fired up. I was excited to meet my BE brethren, even if only for an hour or two at a tailgate. I was thrilled about the prospect of seeing Dan Henderson punch Shogun in the mouth and then hearing how Shogun was coming off a surgery. Instead, I am left with one option. To hate.
I hate all of you and hope the event is terrible without me attending. I hope every fight is a decision. I hope all the wrestlers shoulder-punch all the non-wrestlers. I hope the concessions give everyone gas. I hope Limp Bizkit plays live. I hope Steven Seagall wears shooting glasses in the cage and tells Ariel Helwani that he saw something coming. I hope Dana White tells everyone that people are in the mix. I hope Goldberg is so loud that people in the stands have to hear what he says. I hope they get rid of Baba O-Reilly and replace it with the Gladiator Intro live in-house. I hope Guy Fieri introduces fighters. I hope Cecil Peoples judges every fight.
And most of all, I hope I can convince my wife to babysit my nephew without me so I can go.