To the 146:
To the 239: Bravo for still retaining your balls. At times, I actually yelled at DC through the TV to shut the fuck up, and I was commanding Herb Dean to move the fuck away from Holloway and Kattar. We all do realize/remember that this is the
Ultimate Fighting Championship, right? These guys are warriors. If they wanted to quit, they'd quit. If their corner wanted them to quit, they'd throw in the towel. If they weren't intelligently defending themselves, the ref would step in. None of these scenarios applied to last night. So how about we stop helicopter parenting grown ass adults who have chosen to devote their lives to being more hardcore than any of us lucky viewers will ever be able to fathom and either shut the fuck up and watch or shut the fuck up and change the channel?
The pussification of American sports has reached really unfortunate heights if we're now at the point where we Triple H gif our way through epic throwdowns like this instead of jumping for joy and thanking the Just Bleed God for allowing us to witness such extraordinary badassery. (For comparison, watch the excellent hockey documentary
Ice Guardians and watch the legendary enforcers all down to a man answer instantly the question "If you could go back would you do it again?" with an emphatic Stone Cold-style "Hell yeah!") So many epic fights wouldn't be epic if the fighters weren't given the chance to show their mettle, and so many fighters wouldn't be the legends that they are if they weren't given the chance to showcase their incredible heart and toughness.
Long story short: Let 'em bang, bro.