^ ha!

Oh man, it’s on once again. I usually watch the UFC on PPV for free because there’s usually some local bar or casino that’s showing the fight, but this time is different. Santa brought me huge Sharp Aquos LCD (suck it!) and a HD feed, and i’m having some like-minded violent associates over to watch the awesomocity commence. The casino restaurants (in KC at least) are insanely crowded hours before the fights start and they started making you spend AT LEAST $30 per person in your party recently, which effectively ruins our usual plan of hogging 20 chairs and only getting waters. Capitalist assholes.

Anyway, I never thought that Chuck Liddell would be relegated to what amounts to an undercard, but with two consecutive losses and no championship at stake–you get what you get. I still love watching the dude fight (knockout punching power from impossible angles, flawless takedown defense), but he’s pushing 40 and has clearly lost his dominance. I’ve been a fan of Wanderlei Silva for a while since I’ve been a PRIDE fan for all those years when the UFC was just fat brawlers with no skill. Dude is a maniac–but he’s on a downturn as well.  I think if Liddell can establish ring control and keep Wanderlei at a distance, the odds are in his favor. Exactly the opposite for Wanderlei, because Liddell loses fights when he’s on the defensive against unorthodox fighters (see Rampage).

I’m much more psyched about the main event, mainly because I want to see GSP knock Matt Hughes out again. Outside of Anderson Silva, GSP is the most complete fighter in MMA today. He has this fluid nature to his strikes that look so effortless but them shits are on point every time. More importantly, Matt Hughes’ personality annoys me, and I don’t think wrestlers deserve do be considered martial artists.

Man I can’t wait! (It better be great, because this HD PPV shit aint cheap,)

I truly hope you and your circus freak-looking family had a good Christmas–complete with your Aunts’ questionable casserole, the awkward accidental outing of you and your ‘friend’ from college, and Santa bringing you absolutely nothing you asked for. Be grateful to whomever you pray to that you’re actually still alive for some ridiculous reason, and that you can try again in the ‘08 to do all the idealistic shit that you said you were gonna do in ‘07.

I hope maybe this year you can actually become a productive member of this idiot nation, maybe not just another mindless automoton. Hopefully you didn’t spend your kids’ diaper money on presents at the last minute for people you really don’t care too much about like you did last Christmas.

I hope everyone can step away from the daily nonsense of life and appreciate the small shit during this time of year. Seems kinda stupid idealistic, I know, because the probability that someone within a mile radius from me right now is getting robbed or shot is very high.

I hope Santa brought Dick Cheney a soul and Coondelezza Rice got some of her Blackness back.

I hope you don’t get too drunk on New Years Eve and start ‘08 off with a DWI.

I hope the Democrats in Congress got some testicular fortitude.

I kinda look at the end of each year like a giant reset button. No matter how bad you screwed things up this year, just pretend like you can reset and try again Jan 1. Luckily for me and my flawless logic, mistakes are impossibly unrealistic.

Happy Holidays, bitches.