The Card: Depression v. Brisgby Bear; MMA v. Fight Club; Cats v. Masculinity

If you have been following these blogs, you can just assume that I did not watch "Brigsby Bear" for yet another week. My excuse: The girlfriend wanted me to explain MMA to her as I was watching the Legacy Fighting Alliance on Axs TV. For someone who probably did not see a combat sport (wrestling is a sport) until dating me, you can probably predict the questions.

"Is this fa....predetermined?"
"How to they determine a winner?"
"Why?"

Thus, she got the story about what could have been if I was a smarter. I told her about my love for the expression of violence, but I was not a jiu-jitsu expert, my striking was limited (Taekwondo focuses too much on kicks), and I only proved myself to be a good wrestler after seven years, so mixed martial arts was not an option. Especially since wins and losses were just incidental in my opinion.

Then came George St. Pierre without any combat experience as a juvenile showing that UFC was no longer about style versus style. It became a sport in all senses of the word. After typing that, obviously the definition would only allow mediocrity from me.

The real problematic question came after a few minutes of me just enjoying a war of wills.

"How are you doing?"

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Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.