2009-04-07 - 1:25 p.m.
On Sunday night we went to the WEC fights at UIC Pavilion. Ray and I have the bloodlust, so thought we might as well see it live (mainly because his work comped us tickets - thanks!) Sometimes bad jobs have good perks. Heh.
Anyway I was prepared for a night of testosterone-filled antics by men, but there was only one jackass (right behind me, of course) - everyone else was super nice and loved the sport either because they knew the fighters or they are just obsessed like the reset of us.
This jackass behind me seriously yelled out "WHORE!" when the ring girls walked around the octagon. It took everything in my power to not kill him. I realize that being "upset" by a man yelling "whore" at a cage fighting event is akin to being upset that the women at the strip club you have just walked into are being put down by men. So I held my tongue regarding his general uncouthness. Let's just hope that he's very vocal in the rest of his life regarding how he believes women are lesser objects for his pleasure, so any lady who comes into contact with this jackass can clearly see the red flag and RUN the other direction.
We got to see the champ, Miguel Angel Torres, defend his title again. He's pretty darn good. The family in front of us was all there because the mom was in LOVE with Miguel. She ascertained from security that Miguel would be walking into the cage via the hall directly in front of us, so when she got to see him walk in and more than likely give him a slap on the back for luck - she was losing her shit. She was on the phone calling everyone she knew. It was so cute.
All in all a very fun evening considering the weather we had to fight to get there and back. We also saw Frank Mir - who was there to do the play by play and Shonie Carter - a fighter based out of Chicago. Haven't seen him fight in a while, although he was dressed in a fine gold silk suit. Oh yeah, bitches - pimpin'!
Urijah Faber was also there and all I have to say about Urijah is - dude, ease up on the advertising deals. I realize that people need money to fight, but walking into the fight behind your friend that you are there to support holding your sponsor's energy drink is taking things a tad bit too far. Not to mention that for the entire 5-1/2 hours the only fighter's face on any advertising in the entire arena was yours.
