I just saw a commercial for some UFC fight, and am unable to understand the draw of such an event. It seems like it's just two dudes beating the hell out of each other until one of them gives up/is unconscious/is dead. UFC fans would disagree with me on this point, and would defend this activity by highlighting all of the holds and techniques that must be learned to be successful. All I know is that every time I've watched a UFC "fight," this is what happened:
1. The two dudes grabbed each other.
2. They started kneeing each other.
3. They fell on the mat and morphed into a sinewy sphere.
4. They attempted to put each other in "holds," which to me looked like rolling around.
5. One guy ended up on top and punched the other guy in the face until the referee ended this savage exhibition.
I mean, I love the NFL and do watch boxing every now and then, but UFC takes the brutality to a dangerous level. Call me a wimp, but I just can't deal with the sound of a fist making contact with a skull or, even more, the fact that some unfortunate fella will most likely endure years of health problems for a few appearances on Spike TV. I feel as though this "sport" appeals to the carnal side of people, that same section of the brain where the animalistic synapses get fired off. It makes for a strangely sadistic experience in which people want to see someone get beat up and humiliated in public. Even stranger to me is the fact that so many of the individuals who view these testosterone fests are gents who have never been in a fight in their lives. I guess feigning macho-ness by living vicariously through some bulky dude who spends all of his time in a gym is easier than simply admitting that you're not a fighter.
I'm not a fighter.
"There are as many ways to be a man as there are men."
-Dr. Dan O'Neill
1. The two dudes grabbed each other.
2. They started kneeing each other.
3. They fell on the mat and morphed into a sinewy sphere.
4. They attempted to put each other in "holds," which to me looked like rolling around.
5. One guy ended up on top and punched the other guy in the face until the referee ended this savage exhibition.
I mean, I love the NFL and do watch boxing every now and then, but UFC takes the brutality to a dangerous level. Call me a wimp, but I just can't deal with the sound of a fist making contact with a skull or, even more, the fact that some unfortunate fella will most likely endure years of health problems for a few appearances on Spike TV. I feel as though this "sport" appeals to the carnal side of people, that same section of the brain where the animalistic synapses get fired off. It makes for a strangely sadistic experience in which people want to see someone get beat up and humiliated in public. Even stranger to me is the fact that so many of the individuals who view these testosterone fests are gents who have never been in a fight in their lives. I guess feigning macho-ness by living vicariously through some bulky dude who spends all of his time in a gym is easier than simply admitting that you're not a fighter.
I'm not a fighter.
"There are as many ways to be a man as there are men."
-Dr. Dan O'Neill
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