If you have any anger with grief, or life pisses you off or you're just plain screwed up in the head, I highly suggest watching combat sports for your own good. It's against the law for me to cold-cock random people in the grocery store to vent my rage. But it's perfectly legal for the fine athletes of the Ultimate Fighting Championship to pound each other bloody for my vicarious amusement. And it is amusing. I've been going through the UFC's online archives of fights that are free to watch as an alternative to handling my anger destructively. One fight struck me, pun intended.
Back in 2007, Randy "The Natural" Couture took the heavyweight championship title in a unanimous decision from Tim "The Maine-iac" Sylvia. Recently, I watched the five rounds of pure domination, and, being so one-sided, it wasn't overly exciting. But after the fight, something got to me. Couture's wife came out into the octagon and gave her winner a well-earned kiss. Goddamn it, mixed martial arts isn't supposed to make me cry!
Only loved ones can turn a great moment into a perfect moment. We're social animals: even in the midst of modern-day gladiator barbarity, we like to share our joys. I'm jealous of Mr. Couture, but not because of any comically oversized championship belts. My wife would've been so proud of me in that play thingy I was in last week. Now I have to try being proud by myself. Ugh. And, oh-by-the-way, my wife liked UFC/mixed martial arts, too. Our nickname for it was 'punchface,' as in "want to watch punchface?" She came up with it. See? Just by being there for it with me, my wife even made pointless violence better. And pointless violence was already pretty awesome.
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