Forget the new year, we at TPK HQ are ill. Very ill. So ill in fact that we cancelled our usual legendary fight night gathering in favour of lying in bed, crying salty tears of self pity and hatred for the world.
That's not to say we haven't seen what happened, but probably best we leave it to 'Big' Stu Furay...
UFC 125: Resolution
With the strains of Auld Lang Syne still ringing in our ears, and Jagerbombs still on our tastebuds, UFC kicked off 2011 with the genially titled Resolution. Would this event get 2011 off to a flyer, or would it stink worse than one of my Boxing Day farts? With Edgar/Maynard II as the main event, I had my reservations, which were proved very wrong indeed.
- Marcus 'I'm more Irish than a pint of Guinness on St Patrick's Day' Davis, will surely be doing the River Dance closer to the exit door after to his latest loss to Jeremy Stephens, who proved it only takes one punch to end a fight.
- Brandon Vera will need the number of a good plastic surgeon after Thiago Silva nearly bitch-slapped his nose clean off his face, leaving it more badly broken than my own Resolution not to visit RedTube. Vera's another fighter who is surely on thin ice.
- Phil Baroni's time is surely up after Brad Tavares handed him another loss. With a record of 13-13 overall, and 0-2 since his surprise UFC return, he must be worried for his future. Any man that puts on sunglasses during his introduction deserves a damn good beating.
- Josh Grispi must be thanking his lucky stars that Jose Aldo was injured. If Dustin Poirier kicked his arse that easily, just imagine what Aldo would have done?
- The look of pure bewilderment on Takanori Gomi's face was just class, as half man/half mongrel Clay Guida moshed his way to victory, putting Gomi into a state of hypnosis with his swinging hair before choking him out.
- Brian Stann's first round KO of Chris Leben wasn't as impressive as it first seemed, I mean Leben was probably still pissed from New Years Eve.
- Frankie Edgar's fights last longer than most peoples New Years resolutions, but God himself only knows how he got out of the first round. And I don’t know exactly how they did it, but the judges probably came up with the right result, declaring it a draw in a very close thriller.
- And finally, in the wise and eloquent words of Gray Maynard himself......"Happy Fuckin' New Year!"
You know what we got for Xmas? No, nor do we. We know it's a virus, we think it might be the Brock strain. Still, could be worse, eh?
NICE NOSE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.
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