It’s Not Like Georges St-Pierre Is Hanging Out In My Back Yard, But Close.
Last Saturday night I had my first Ultimate Fighting Championship experience.
Some new friends invited us to their place for a chili cook-off followed by board games and a UFC extravaganza.
Our awesomely sausagly white chili took home first prize yet again, making it a two-time chili cook-off champion.
(This is how we validate ourselves in the ‘burbs.)
Then, after the ladies creamed the guys at Cranium, I was thoroughly satisfied with my evening and had no desire to watch some macho guys beat each other up on television. That is, until I looked up and caught a glimpse of a promo shot of one of the headlining fighters, Georges St-Pierre.
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okay sold.
“We can stay,” I sighed, simultaneously appeasing Justin, earning good wife points, and revving up to watch this GSP dude get all sweaty. Win-win-win.
Unfortunately Georges was in the very last fight, of course, so I had to sit through four others just to get to the good stuff. I learned that while yes, UFC can actually be pretty entertaining (much more than I thought), it also has its boring moments, like when Guy #1 knocks down Guy #2. They lie on the ground for several minutes before Guy #2 wrestles his way back up to a standing position, then they turn in circles a couple of times until Guy #1 knocks him down again.
I did get to see a knockout and a groin kick though, so all-in-all I would consider it a fairly successful first time UFC watching experience.
It’s not nearly as exciting as the UFC that happens in a regular basis in my own back yard, however.
In one corner, we have Mara, fighting name: The Jackal.
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In the other corner, we have Capone, fighting name: Fluff Nugget.
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When we take a look at some shots of the fighters in action, the reasons behind their fighter names become apparent:
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Now. Not unlike commercial UFC, my backyard-style Puplet Fighting Championship can be brutal. And it usually starts with a provocation from one fighter.
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Notice The Jackal’s pointed tail and raised derriere. This is an indisputable sign of provocation.
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Fluff Nugget takes the bait and moves in for an attack.
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The Jackal is slow in coming out of her provocation stance and takes the first hit.
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She doesn’t stay down long, however. And quickly the tables are turned.
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In an unprecedented turn of events, Fluff Nugget is sent careening out of the ring with The Jackal in hot pursuit.
![DSC_9064_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9064_web.jpg)
But in the untamed wilds of the back yard, the tables are turned once again as Fluff Nugget’s speed advantage sends The Jackal running back to the ring.
![DSC_9079_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9079_web.jpg)
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The fighting commences with renewed vigor in a no-holds-barred battle for victory:
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“I will win – I have CRAZY eyes!”
For a moment it appears as though Fluff Nugget might come out the Champ, but then —
![DSC_9057_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9057_web.jpg)
WHAM! The Jackal delivers the knock-out bitch slap for the win.
![DSC_9052_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9052_web.jpg)
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And, sure. PFC takes a decidedly tougher toll on my yard than watching UFC at a friend’s place, but come on.
Faces like these might even give Georges St-Pierre a run for his money.
![DSC_9021_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9021_web.jpg)
![DSC_9025_web](http://www.domestiphobia.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/DSC_9025_web.jpg)
What kind of backyard antics — or actual productive projects — do you have happening with Spring on its way? Or are you still stuck inside watching UFC?
Comments
*sniff* love ‘dem god dogs.
Me too. :)
Hilarious! LOVE those crazy eyes!!!
I died when I saw that picture. :)
What kind of dogs are they?
Not sure – they’re mutts! Probably part Beagle… maybe part Pitt? Or Boxer? Who knows. :)
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