Not Going Down Without a FIGHT

About a week or so ago, I 'took one for the team' and watched a UFC fight for the first time. Chris gets together occasionally with his friends from the gym and they watch UFC fights at Humperdinks in Arlington.

Well, this time he asked me to join him. I wanted to meet his friends and spend time with him, so I agreed to go. Chris knew that I would probably have to cover my eyes for a good portion of the fight, but appreciated that I would go with him anyway.

Well, on that particular night, there was a Cowboys pre-season game going on (and ironically, it was being played at the brand new Cowboys Stadium right across the street, basically!). So for the most part, I was trying to concentrate on the game and not the barbaric fighting that was on the TV right above our table.

But, when the game was over, it also happened to be time for 'the main event' - the BIG fight of the night. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be in some aspects, but then there were predictably some moments where I just cringed and had to look away. When the mat started to have blood spatter, then I knew I was just about done with this whole dog-and-pony show!

I made it through, but barely.

PS - Now THIS is the kind of 'fighter' I'm TALKIN' ABOUT!!

And a sidenote: Chris and TJ decided it was time for TJ to get a haircut, so they both decided that a mohawk was the best choice. Doesn't he look so tough?? LOL