UFC & babbling nonsense

I should be in bed considering it's 2:23 AM but, I'm not. I was up watching UFC 93 tonight and I'm a little disappointed. I wanted to start screaming at the TV like a man or a fool (I suppose they're typically the same thing) for most of those buggers to stop dancing and just fight. I know, it's strategy and composure and all that nonsense but come on people, sometimes you just want to see a good brawl. Is that too much to ask?? I actually didn't watch the whole thing, figured it was getting late and had to let my sitter get home.

All in all it was a good night. I think that the walk outside in -27 degree weather to a local rink to take in a hockey game, a trip back into the freezing cold to a freezing cold car and a drive to enjoy some UFC with a very old friend did me a world of good. Wait. Back that up a little. My friend isn't very old, we've just known each other a very long time, I would guess around 10 years. There, that's settled. The night ended with us both dozing in our respective chairs, flicking channels, laughing at the names of the porn that were on and then back to -27 to get my ass home to my babies. Out of the house. Into the night. Surrounded by noise. I must say that I feel a lot better.

I still say those buggers in UFC should brawl more. I live for the "Ground N' Pound"....oh my. I should possibly seek psychiatric help for that one.

I guess I reaffirmed my being a Fanatic for the sport even though I am complaining a little right now. I don't get to watch it as much since I moved due to the lack of cable and I think I was holding high hopes for the reintroduction to a blood sport. Boo.

I have one thing to say here: Let's get Fedor out of Bodog and into UFC for one little fight in order to show these babies how it's done....