I was going to write an entry about our weekend, since it was pretty eventful and involved both copious amounts of rum and hammer-wielding in-laws, but then some more important news came about.
S: So when I got home saturday night there was a basement full of boys watching UFC (61?) with Ken Shamrock. Seriously how can that guy still be fighting? He was fighting when we were in high school?
The G: no kidding. it was a new dvd? and then he joined the WWE, didn't he?
S: nope a pay per view 'event" tito ortiz wailed on him for about 10 seconds and they called the fight. it was very don king-esque.
The G: excellent
S: one of the guys after his fight said "I'm still not too confident about my fighting. I need to get my confidence back up" Aren't they just supposed to growl and wipe blood away in interviews? I felt it was an overshare
The G: who was the guy that carried the cross on his back? he always should have won because jesus was on his side, and not on the side of the Gracie bros.
S: the Gracie train! woot wooooooo!