- Don Frye’s voice sounds like he just swallowed an armadillo whole.
- What Don Frye says sounds like that armadillo is still alive in his stomach.
- When he’s on, Paul Bradley is 100% pure smash.
- It definitely seemed like Brock Larson was sick – sick of getting his ass kicked by Tarec Saffiedine!
- I don’t know what happened to Joey Villasenor, but he used to be better than that. Props to Danillo Villefort for getting the “W”.
- Okay, how many of you were waiting for Paul Daley to throw punches after the third round ended?
- Rameau Thierry Sokoudjou is one of the toughest one-round fighters out there. Too bad fights are scheduled for three rounds.
- Um, Keith Jardine? You know that unorthodox fighting style you use? Yeah, it’s not working.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Observations from My Couch: Shark Fights 13 "Decent MMA is Decent"
Saturday, September 11, 2010
UCC 3 Postscript
Another good event by the UCC, which is far and away the most convenient sanctioned fight show to attend for a New Yorker (provided you don't get stabbed going to and from the PATH train). This was the best Felipe Arantes we've seen in a long time (maybe ever) - his Muay Thai was deadly and his jiu-jitsu was just on point. Daniel Akinyemi looked like a monster dispatching Rich Bianchi, Ryan Quinn was a machine, and Luiz Azeredo was as good as you'd expect from someone with his kind of experience. I rate this UCC an emphatic four stanzas.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Liveblog: UCC 3 Part 5
Luiz Azeredo is up, he's the man of the hour.
He fought in Pride Bushido - will Brandon Adamson cower?
Doubtful, since Adamson hails from the tough team Miletich.
Like Nick Diaz likes to say, he sure ain't no bitch.
But Azeredo's grappling and jiu-jitsu's top notch.
Adamson may have been better off staying home sipping scotch.
Ooh, a submission! Azeredo forces a tap.
Adamson had to give up or else he would nap.
I hope you enjoyed this liveblog in verse.
God, I have so much talent it's really a curse.
But if instead you chose to give this blog a pass,
Well fine, I don't need you. You can kiss my Native American ass.
He fought in Pride Bushido - will Brandon Adamson cower?
Doubtful, since Adamson hails from the tough team Miletich.
Like Nick Diaz likes to say, he sure ain't no bitch.
But Azeredo's grappling and jiu-jitsu's top notch.
Adamson may have been better off staying home sipping scotch.
Ooh, a submission! Azeredo forces a tap.
Adamson had to give up or else he would nap.
I hope you enjoyed this liveblog in verse.
God, I have so much talent it's really a curse.
But if instead you chose to give this blog a pass,
Well fine, I don't need you. You can kiss my Native American ass.
Liveblog: UCC 3 Part 4
Kevin Horowitz reps Team Rhino, he's part killer, part beast.
I wish he'd fight more. He could be one of the best in the Northeast.
Horowitz is fighting a man named Ryan Quinn.
I know zilch about Ryan so I'm picking Kevin to win.
Quinn gets the takedown and starts beating Kevin's face.
There's blood on the canvas and all over the place.
Ryan is good, there's no questioning that.
He-Man's pet tiger was called "Battle Cat".
The bloodbath continues straight into Round 2.
The doc's seen enough, he says Kevin is through.
Quinn is a badass, of that there's no doubt.
Horowitz wasn't good enough, he was lacking in clout.
Don't get me wrong, Kevin's got monstrous skills.
But tonight Quinn gets the win bonus. He's paying his bills.
Jason McLean is up - he could wrestle you all day.
Felipe Arantes is a striker, he really likes Ben-Gay.
Arantes reps Gold Team. You know, those boys from Brazil
who now live in Newark on a mission to kill.
McLean goes Mortal Kombat and rips out Arantes' spine.
Ha! I'm just kidding! There's no move of that kind.
They strike and they grapple like squirrels on cheap crystal meth.
By the end of the round they're both out of breath.
In Round 2 Arantes' kicks start finding their range.
My neighbor's pet daschund once came down with mange.
Round 3 Arantes switches, starts nailing takedowns.
McLean is in trouble, will he call off the hounds?
No he won't, he'll keep swinging, aiming right for Arantes' head.
There's no quit in the American, he'll keep going 'til he's dead.
It goes to the judges after three hard-fought rounds.
And who are these judges? I assure you, they're not clowns.
There's Will Mason (son of Perry) and Dave Tirelli from TSMMA.
Plus the eccentric Doug Crosby (he loves Frankie Edgar, they say).
They tally the scorecards using brains keen and bright. Arantes gets the decision. Yes, they got that right.
I wish he'd fight more. He could be one of the best in the Northeast.
Horowitz is fighting a man named Ryan Quinn.
I know zilch about Ryan so I'm picking Kevin to win.
Quinn gets the takedown and starts beating Kevin's face.
There's blood on the canvas and all over the place.
Ryan is good, there's no questioning that.
He-Man's pet tiger was called "Battle Cat".
The bloodbath continues straight into Round 2.
The doc's seen enough, he says Kevin is through.
Quinn is a badass, of that there's no doubt.
Horowitz wasn't good enough, he was lacking in clout.
Don't get me wrong, Kevin's got monstrous skills.
But tonight Quinn gets the win bonus. He's paying his bills.
Jason McLean is up - he could wrestle you all day.
Felipe Arantes is a striker, he really likes Ben-Gay.
Arantes reps Gold Team. You know, those boys from Brazil
who now live in Newark on a mission to kill.
McLean goes Mortal Kombat and rips out Arantes' spine.
Ha! I'm just kidding! There's no move of that kind.
They strike and they grapple like squirrels on cheap crystal meth.
By the end of the round they're both out of breath.
In Round 2 Arantes' kicks start finding their range.
My neighbor's pet daschund once came down with mange.
Round 3 Arantes switches, starts nailing takedowns.
McLean is in trouble, will he call off the hounds?
No he won't, he'll keep swinging, aiming right for Arantes' head.
There's no quit in the American, he'll keep going 'til he's dead.
It goes to the judges after three hard-fought rounds.
And who are these judges? I assure you, they're not clowns.
There's Will Mason (son of Perry) and Dave Tirelli from TSMMA.
Plus the eccentric Doug Crosby (he loves Frankie Edgar, they say).
They tally the scorecards using brains keen and bright. Arantes gets the decision. Yes, they got that right.
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