JackAscii

Entry 22 – Brimstone ATV Trip

jascii — Thu, 27 May 2010 02:21:20 +0000

Straight Outta Compton and I took a trip to Brimstone Recreation Park this past Sunday to do a little trail riding. Per the official Brimstone trail map, the trails are rated either easy, moderate, or difficult. For the most part, we tend to ride the moderate trails as they provide some challenges but not anything thats going to get us KO’d. The first moderate trail we attempted was 95 (also known as the “Mike Branch” trail). Anyway, roughly five minutes in it became a apparent to me that the recent rain had washed it out and made it nearly impossible to pass. So…we turned around. This was pretty much par for the course for the rest of the day.

The good aspects of Brimstone were that there were lots and lots of trails to ride and that each trail seemed to have some type of interesting (sarcasm) site associated with it. The bad aspects were that the trails were not always clearly marked which resulted in team clueless (me and S.O.C.) getting lost from time to time.

Anyway, not much more to add. I only took a couple of pictures and completely forgot to video record anything. Anyway, here is a picture of S.O.C. sitting on his ride in front of a mammoth 4 ft. waterfall. This particular waterfall was clearly marked as a point of interest and even had its own fancy sign posted out front (a sign for a 4 ft. waterfall seems appropriate). Here is a picture of my ATV in front of the monster pond. This location was exactly as interesting as the waterfall. Without a good back story on why its called the monster pond, this pond pretty much sucks.

Quick anecdote… Near the end of the trip S.O.C. and I visited the Rob Sexton Cemetery. Prior to arriving at the site, we had seen maybe 3 people over the course of the 3 hours we had already been on the trails. However, once we got to the cemetery, we ran into two dudes and a kid. One dude had a sidearm, one guy didn’t have a shirt (not sure if he had pants either – he never turned to face us – thankfully), and the kid did not appear to like city folk too much. Anyway, once I took the whole scene in I began to wonder how long it would take the authorities to find my body. Honestly, who looks for a body in a cemetery.

Trip Summary

Total Trip Miles: 40

Total Trip Time: ~ 4 hours

Total Hours on ATV since Purchase: 14.7

Total Miles on ATV since Purchase: 123

Entry 21 – The Ford Pervert

jascii — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 04:17:49 +0000

Not to be outdone by Chevy and Chrysler’s recent success in re-releasing models previously retired, Ford is going to bring back the 1977 classic cargo van. Details are still emerging, but early word has it that it will either be called the Ford Pervert or the Kidnap Cargo Van. Dealers will be required to conduct a full background investigation on all potential buyers.

Entry 20 – McJackass

jascii — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 04:11:45 +0000

McJack@ss (mic ‘ jak ‘ @ss) – 1. An employee of the McDonalds fast food chain who engages in clown-like activity . 2. Anyone who thought the McRib was good. 3. A parent who encourages their child to play in the McDonalds play area without first allowing their food to settle. The end result of this type of activity is vomit and or an unappreciated odor.

Entry 19 – Three Table Tennis Terms

jascii — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 03:55:12 +0000

Inverted rubber – Rubber that contacts the ball with its smooth surface, and is glued to the rest of the bat with its pimpled surface. With a larger contact area, this type of rubber generally produces more spin than pimpled rubber, although some rubbers are designed to have the opposite effect.

JackAscii’s Comment: It’s no surprise that table tennis is not often discussed in public. I feel uncomfortable typing the phrase “inverted rubber”.

Pimples – Rubber that contacts the ball with its pimpled surface. Produces different effects on the spin compared with inverted rubber due of the reduced contact area and flexibility of the pimples.

JackAscii’s Comment: Terrible term, equally terrible definition. As a group, ping pong players are not the most attractive assemblage of folks*. So why throw gas on the fire with this term? Couldn’t it have been called Spinners or Bespeckles (found this using the ole thesaurus – in your faces!)?

* For perspective, ping pong players are not as narly as those guys from Best Buy’s Geek Squad, but still a little more trollish than your average Chess enthusiast.

Third ball – The stroke hit by the server after the opponent’s return of the serve. Because the serve can be used to make attacking difficult for the opponent, the third ball is frequently the first strong attacking stroke in any table tennis rally.

JackAscii’s Comment: Third Ball. It’s two more than my buddies college roomate.

Entry 18 – Lost Pants in Oak Ridge

jascii — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 04:40:09 +0000

Above is a graph representing the age distribution of my home town, Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Below is an announcement from the local newspaper, the Oak Ridger.

Go Wildcats

Entry 17 – A New York Neck Punch

jascii — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 04:09:25 +0000

To the left you will see an image of Chris Childs neck punching Kobe Bryant. This is a masterpiece. Chris was an average professional basketball player (6.9 ppg, 4.9 apg), but when it came to neck punching, he was world class. Per the image, it appears as if Chris is attempting to push the lower larynx up into the oropharynx or nasopharynx, while delivering substantial pressure to the cricothyroid membrane. The only thing that could have made this a better neck punch picture is if someone on the Knick bench would have stood up and punched Jack Nicholson in the prevertebral splenius (neck).

This JackAscii post was brought to you by the inventors of the bolo tie. There is no better neck accessory to ensure you don’t get the job.

Entry 16 – Words from the JackAscii Dictionary

jascii — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:19:49 +0000

Distractacon – This is any item that your three year old is some how mesmerized by that prevents you from leaving a store in a reasonable amount of time. It is normally found to take the shape of a toy, but can also appear in the form of something fragile and expensive.

Mobile Food Distribution Engineer – This is the person responsible for handing out chicken mini’s to you and your son on Wednesday, December 30th while you drive to a couple of different neighborhoods to look for a new house that has a three car garage but does not include a neighbor on a street parallel to your neighborhood who likes to throw loud parties in the middle of the week that usually last until 2 or 3 in the morning.

The Frog Brothers – This is what I call my friends Kwaz and Koncak (who aren’t related). It is in reference to the brothers who agree to assist Corey Haim kill some vampires in the cult classic “The Lost Boys“.

Entry 15 – Baseball Nut

jascii — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:08:10 +0000

Looks like Baskin Robbins finally discontinued serving the popular “Baseball Nut” ice cream. As far as bad names go, I gotta think that was the worst. First, I never in a million years would guess that “Baseball Nut” was a flavor of ice cream. It sounds more like an injury that put guys like Bruce Benedict or Bobby Grich on the DL in the 1980’s. Second, I can’t imagine anyone walking into Baskin Robbins, not knowing which flavor to go with yet, and choosing a cone of “Baseball Nut”. For the complete list of Baskin Robbin Ice Cream flavors, hit this link.

Entry 14 – Windrock Trail 13

jascii — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:48:35 +0000

Several weeks ago, me and a couple of buddies (“doodle” and “straight outta compton”) decided to hit trail 13 up on the Coal Creek OHV park (here is some information on my ATV if you’re at all interested or simply wanting to humor me.). Per the official Coal Creek OHV area map, the trail is rated as moderate and roughly 2.4 miles in length. However, as trail 13 is not accessible directly from the parks parking lot, you have to take a combination of other trails to get there. We ended up taking trail 1 (moderate, 1.4 miles) trail 2 (moderate, 3 miles) and part of trail G1 (easy, 8.6 miles) to arrive at trail 13’s head. As we started down trail 13 we immediately came to two deer crossing the path. The pictures aren’t great, but if you have soft spot in your heart for Bambi, check them out here and here. The rest of the trail was filled with mud holes, lots of mud holes. Some shallow, and some deep enough to make me regret not wearing a pair waterproof boots (I don’t have any anyway…). This trail isn’t technically difficult and there weren’t any dicey parts as I remember, but you will want to make sure you either have a functioning winch or a buddy with some tow cables (I remember at least one occasion where doodle had to pull straight outta compton outta the mud with a tow cable.). I’m not sure what else to add here, but I’ll leave you with some of the more interesting photo’s.

Here is straight outta compton posing inside one of the cooler caves on the trail.

Here is the only picture I feel comfortable posting of doodle (he’s the dude in the white, I’m the dude in the green) – I’ll have to get his permission to post the better photo which was taken about 5 seconds later

Lastly, here is a neat looking water hole up in them mountains off of trail 13 – probably my favorite picture of the day.

Trip Summary

Total Trip Miles: 23.2

Total Trip Time: ~ 4 hours

Total Hours on ATV since Purchase: 10.8

Total Miles on ATV since Purchase: 83

Entry 13 – Steve Kuberski – Not Photogenic

jascii — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:04:00 +0000

The back of this 1970 Topps basketball card tells you that Steve Kuberski was a 6′8″ pivotman from Moline, Illonois who impressed his Celtic teamates and coaches with his hustle, determination, toughness, and excellent shooting.

The front of the card has you speculating on the number of bodies Steve has buried in his backyard.

Entry 12 – Todd and the Space Folks

jascii — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:43:23 +0000

I have a real knack for writing childrens stories. This is one I plan to submit to the Little Golden Books publishing company. It’s called “Todd and the Space People”.

Todd and the Space People

One night while looking out his bedroom window, Todd saw a small blue spaceship land in the woods behind his house. Immediatley Todd got up and decided to go get a closer look. Figuring that a long trip would make the visitors hungry, Todd gathered some food from the kitchen cupboard to bring to the space people. He put one jar of peanut butter, one jar of jelly, and a loaf of bread in a paper bag and ran out the back door and into the woods. Todd slowly walked up to the small blue spaceship so as not to scare the space people. Once Todd got close to the door on the spaceship, it opened and three strange creatures came out. The strange creatures were like nothing Todd had ever seen. They were yellow and had three legs, one arm, and their heads were square with an eye in the middle. The tall one had a red eye, the short one had a green eye, and the middle one had a purple eye. The tall one reached out and shook Todd’s hand while the other two unloaded a few items from the space ship. Todd was really happy when the space people began to sing and dance. Upon hearing all the noise from the woods, many of Todd’s neighbors became scared. Several of the town’s men got together and decided to go and see what was causing the raucous. Todd saw the men approaching the space people and he could tell they were angry and scared. The space people stopped singing and dancing because they were also terribly frightened. Todd explained to his neighbors that the space people were harmless. At that moment the space people began to sing and dance again. Todd’s neighbors joined in the fun too! After several hours of singing and dancing, one by one Todd’s neighbors left until he was once again alone with the space people. “What a night I’ve had” Todd thought to himself. He then prepared to say his goodbyes. Todd told the space people goodnight and wished them a a safe journey back home. As Todd turned to walk away, the tall one grabbed his hand while the other two grabbed his legs. The space people then barbecued Todd. The End.

This has been a JackAscii Jolly Jib.

Entry 11 – Snap into some seahorse jerky

jascii — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:20:04 +0000

In documents released this morning from the United States bankruptcy court in Myrtle Beach, the super-hero known as Aquaman has filed for Chapter 13 bankruptcy protection. Aquaman cited a number of financial and personal setbacks that led to the filing. Aquaman was suspended from the justice league in 1989 after several members criticized his mishandling of the Exxon Valdez oil spill. He was expelled just six months later after a Carnival Cruise ship picked up a significantly intoxicated Aquaman off the coast of Cuba. Then in 1998 Aqua-man lost the support of his most loyal companions, the ocean creatures, after signing a deal with Hormell foods to endorse “Seahorse Jerky – the Beef Jerky of the Sea”. Currently Aquaman is working as a bus driver for the Myrtle Beach Metro Transit Authority.

Entry 10 – Emails to the Folks at Rug Doctor

jascii — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:09:30 +0000

Rug Doctor flat out rules! I recently sent Rug Doctor an email commenting on excellent performance of their Rug Doctor product. I have to admit, my letter was in jest and heavily influenced by the “Letters from a Nut” creator Ted L. Nancy (http://www.tednancy.com/). If you haven’t heard of Ted Nancy, please visit his site or pick up one of his two “Letters from a Nut” books. They are pretty much the funniest books ever – however my mom’s high school year book comes in a close second. Anyway, click the button below for the emails I sent and received from the Rug Doctor Folks. Bottomline, their product rules and they even sent me a free tshirt – image to be posted soon.

My Original Email

Hey,

I was kinda curious if the “Rug Doctor” is recognized as having earned a doctorate by any accreditted university. I have found through research that a number of so called “Doctors” are not, in fact, “Doctors”. Its not a big deal or anything, I just like to know this kinda stuff. I recently used your product, actually this weekend, after my wife inadvertently fed our jack russell terrier “Gerald” some chili. Believe me, there was no confusing with what made “Gerald” sick.

Anyway, does the “Rug Doctor” fall into the same catagory as Dr. J and Dr. Chapstick? If this is true, I am cool with it. I still like your product. I just don’t want to be in some conversation with a person I am trying to impress and make the mistake on commenting on the validity as to whether or not the “Rug Doctor” is actually a real “Doctor”.

PS – Cool Website – Is there anyway I could get a poster of the “Rug Doctor” product?

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XXXXX XX

Rug Doctor Reply #1

Dear XXXXX:

The name “Rug Doctor” is a registered and trademark company name and should not be confused in any way with a physician or an accredited doctorate degree from a college or university. I have looked in our marketing literature and am sorry to say that we do not have a poster size picture of our products or our “Steamy” logo. However, I might be able to round up a Rug Doctor t-shirt if you would like. Thank you for your interest in Rug Doctor.

Jesse A. Warner, CHDM

Consumer Support Manager

Rug Doctor Reply #2

Thanks XXXXX. I wish I had a poster to send you, but unfortunately, there is not much demand for such an item. Glad you liked our machine, products and website. Regarding the “doctor” question, the only person in our company that has a PhD is Dr. Schubert Pereira, our chief chemist. Hope this helps.

All the best,

Ken Johnson

Sr. Vice President – Sales

My Second Email

Mr. Warner:

Thank you for the quick reply. Also, thank you ahead of time for preventing me from being embarrassed in conversation concerning the validity of the “Doctor” title. I once made a similar mistake concerning whether or not “Burger King” was actually a “King”. With respect to your offer of a Rug Doctor t-shirt, I would very much like one. There’s nothing I would rather do than show my support of the “Rug Doctor” by wearing a shirt. To bad I didn’t make pictures of “Gerald’s” mishap on my carpet. It would be pretty cool if I was wearing the shirt and had pictures to show people how the “Rug Doctor” took care of “Gerald’s” business. Oh well, it probably would wig people out anyway if I was carrying pictures of my dog’s “number 2″ (More like a 1.5 if its consistency counts). Thanks again and have a great week!

Please send a Xlarge shirt to:

XXXX XXXX

XXXX XXX XXXXX

XXXX XX XXXXX

Continue the good work!

XXXXX

Entry 9 – Chewy action figure suspected of steroid use

jascii — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:01:53 +0000

To the left you will see pictures of Chewbacca taken roughly 7 months apart. On the far left you will see the before photo of what most of his friends call the good ole normal Chewbacca paling around with buddy Luke (Luke edited out of picture at action figures request). On the right is a more recent picture of the noticeably bigger Chewbacca equipped with significantly larger biceps and quads. Although most have shown concern over the wookie action figures suspected steroid use, Princess Leia, Padme Amidala, and Lando Calrissian seemed quite smitten with the new “sexier” Chewbacca.

Entry 8 – PING PONG CREDITED TO 7TH CENTURY ETRUSCAN

jascii — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 04:55:51 +0000

It is widely accepted that the Etruscan civilization was the most mighty in Italy prior to the rise of Rome. The Etruscans were recognized as a strong maritime power whose conquests lead to the establishment of colonies in Corsica, Elba, Sardinia, and Carthage. Additionally, the Etruscan people have been credited with being scholars, expert potters and master craftsmen. Although most of what we know about the Etruscans was published in the 1970’s, more information was uncovered last month during a dig in Tuscany. The picture above, which was found in cache of artifacts, has sparked renewed interest in the field of anthropology concerning the contributions of early Etruscans. Dr. Dave Levlins, team lead for the Tuscany dig, said “there is no doubt that this is in fact a 7th century B.C. Etruscan playing what appears to be Ping Pong. The low cranial brow and elongated arms were common traits found in Etruscan men.”

Entry 7 – Ping Pong Diaries (Philo Bettoe Edition)

jascii — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 02:28:21 +0000

Clint came over this past Wednesday to play a little pong and I gotta tell ya, he’s quite a character. Before each serve he would say crap like “Do you feel lucky punk?” or “Go ahead, make my day”. Hell, one time he said something like “Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius”, which I had no idea what he meant or how it was applicable to our table tennis match. Oh well, the dudes like 95 so you gotta just let some of that crap slide.

Anyway, we were ponging to determine who served first and I gotta say, Clint was being a real jackass. Everytime I would start it up, at G he would unload on the ball and come no where close to hitting my side of the table. In fact, during a stretch of three attempts at pong he hit me in the johnson twice and knocked over my Dr. Pepper the third time. Finally, I was like “dude, go ahead and serve first, its not that big of deal”. To that Clint again said some crap that didn’t make any sense at all. It was something like, “Nothing wrong with shooting…as long as the right people get shot”. So we finally get the game going and he immediatley wins the first point off one of those edge shots that happen once every four or five games and is virtually impossible to return. A skill-less luck shot in its purest form. Anyway, Clint takes his paddle and twirls it around, blows on the handle, and puts it in his pocket like it was a six shooter. All of this I could handle, but then he spit on my dog. So then we get into it a bit and I’ll be honest, he scared me just a little. I mean, this was Dirty Harry I was argueing with. But within a few minutes it got personal. He asked “what kinda loser has a ping pong outfit” to which I replied “what the hell was Bridges Over Madison County”. He then said he “outta kick my teeth in” to which I questioned if he “got an Oscar for Space Cowboys”. Finally, as our fracas was about to reach the point of no return, a familiar song began to play on the tv in the back corner of my basement. It was the freakin intro to Fraggle Rock. Apparently Clint, like me, is a fan of Fraggle Rock. Immediately our tempers calmed and we sat down and watched the one where Boober loses his hat. It was pretty darn cool. Who knew Clint was a fan of the Rock? Even though I thought Clints favorite, Gobo, was lame, I kept quiet. Honestly, Gobo is no Wembley, he’s not even a Red, but I figured I would table that discussion with Clint for another day.

Entry 6 – The Heimlich Maneuver and Competitive Eating

jascii — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 02:16:10 +0000

I’ve always wondered if the competitive eating contents organizers have dudes who can do the Heimlich Maneuver hanging out on the sidelines. If someones going to choke, its going to happen at one of these events. If they do, I wonder if they draw straws to see who has to do it on the big fella’s. I probably wouldn’t care who I had to give the Heimlich as long as I could get my arms around them. Now, if the person had to get CPR or something, then thats another situation all together.

This brings me to another question though. Why is it called the Heimlich Maneuver? How many other medical procedures have the word maneuver included in their title? Shouldn’t including maneuver in the name be reserved for the military or something requiring strategy or tactics? I bet along time ago some doctor got hacked off over a general calling a military exercise an operation and decided to get even.

Entry 5 – Gender Misclassification at Borders

jascii — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:59:08 +0000

After lunch the other day I had to go over to the local bookstore and pick up a book for my job (Gorilla Suit: My Adventures in Body Building by Bob Paris). I walked in, made my selection, and proceeded to the checkout counter. Just as I was walking out, an old lady walked in and attempted to get the attention of one of the bookstores’ employees. Here is the conversation that took place between the two:

Old Lady: Excuse me mam…

Bookstore Clerk: (Turns around)

Old Lady: Oh, I’m sorry, Sir…

Bookstore Clerk: You had it right the first time.

Let’s dissect this. The old lady begins the conversation with a simple “Excuse me mam”. As the clerk turns around to assist, the old lady, thinking she had made a mistake with regard to the clerks gender, attempts to apologize with a “Oh, sorry, Sir”. At this point the clerk advises that the old lady “had it right the first time”. All of this taking place in front of me and three of my coworkers that were in tow. So, not only has this clerk been accosted by way of gender misclassification by the old lady, she was done so in front of four witnesses.

Entry 4 – Humpty Dumpty Horse Triage

jascii — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:18:24 +0000

“All the kings horses and all the kings men, couldn’t put humpty dumpty together again”. I gotta think if I wanted to save an egg man, I probably wouldn’t have sent the horses to do the job. As you can see from the image on the left, the horses hoofwall and heel would present problems with egg reassembly.

Entry 3 – Ping Pong Diaries (Vladamir Putin Edition)

jascii — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:06:52 +0000

This evening I got to play some ping pong with the ex Russian President Vladamir Putin. I have to say that having Vladmir over for some pong was pretty damn cool. I had heard he was pretty good, but wasn’t sure if it was true or just the Soviet propaganda machine at work. I didn’t care one way or another because having him over was enough as it was – besides, he had some Cuban Cohiba’s in tow.

Anyway, Vladie had a pretty good forehand, a nice serve, and a tricky backhand that was pretty unorthodox. However, the most interesting (I am using this word on purpose) part of his game was that he played sans a shirt. I mean, here we are, getting ready to get our pong on, and he takes off his shirt. Not only that, but his KGB buddy/bodyguard/helper dude also took his shirt off. At this point I’m reasoning it out in my head, trying to attribute it to some cultural divide. I’m even trying to compare it to the differences between the American and National Leagues in baseball. One league uses a DH and the other doesn’t, simlar to one country plays ping pong while wearing a shirt and one country does not. Just as I’m chalkng it up as “a Russian thing (like the DH)”, Vlad takes off his pants. Now the Russian president is standing in my basement in some sort of Right Said Fred looking shorts holding a ping pong paddle (a paddle which was a loaner from me at the beginning of the night, but at this moment has become his permanent property). Like clockwork, the KGB dude pulls the same move, except instead of holding a ping pong paddle, the only thing he is holding is a gaze towards ole Vladie. At this point I begin to get the awkward feeling that they (Vlad and crazy KGB guy) are expecting me to remove my shirt and pants. Now I’m nervous. I don’t want to cause an international incident in my basement, but at the same time I also like to wear clothes when I play ping pong. Besides, what if one of my buddies was to walk in and see me and Vlad in our skivies trading vollies. There wouldn’t be a poker game for the next year that Grease or Koncak wouldn’t be given me some major crap about how I was playing some pantless table tennis with a couple of commi’s. So what did I do you ask? Well, nothing. What was I supposed to do? I’m just glad I was wearing boxers.

Entry 2 – BJ PENN STILL RULES (UFC 107)

jascii — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 02:19:58 +0000

This was my first live UFC event. Me and a couple of buddies got in the family truckster and headed to Memphis (by way of Tunica Mississippi) on the Friday before the fight. Nothing goes better with combat sports that gambling and all you can eat seafood buffets.

Highlights from the gambling

All weekend long I followed a pattern of doubling my money at the roulette table and then giving it all back playing poker (rinse and repeat). I would find myself taking three hours to make a little money betting UT football player numbers (14 – Eric Berry, 2 – Montario Hardesty, and 8 – Jonathan Crompton) on roulette only to lose my entire stack in ten minutes to someone who resembled either of the lead characters in the movie Arthur! Arthur?.
As I don’t drink alcohol, I found that there is nothing more annoying than a drunk winner when you’re losing.
Nothing spells classy like puking in a casino sink (Not me, I was just a witness).

Highlights from the all you can eat seafood buffet

I got nothin but love for the buffet. Honestly, I was a little apprehensive about eating from a shellfish buffet in the middle of nowhere (Tunica that is), but I gotta give the folks at the Horseshoe two big thumbs up.
I enjoyed seeing my buddy Kwaz (completely made up name of course) get scolded upon asking for two lobster tails when the limit was one per trip through the buffet line. Amateur!

Highlights from the fight

I need to say it again, BJ Penn is a beast. At 155lbs, I don’t think there is anyone on the planet who can beat him at that weight. I hope continues to develop his boxing, because its beautiful to watch. The fight statistics from the main event were ridiculous (150 to 8 strikes landed in favor of Penn).
Tickets weren’t cheap, but I got six solid hours of entertainment at the event. There wasn’t really a lull at any one point. In fact, I missed part of the Baba O’Riley montage when I got up to hit the loo.
I’m not sure what to think about Frank Mir’s added pounds. I didn’t think the fight would go more than a round anyway, but it was kind of disappointing to not have Frank get hit at all. I saw the Vera/Mir fight years ago, and I would have liked to seen his reaction to getting hit again by some solid leg kicks.
It was a bonus to see Johny (yes, Johny) Hendricks fight again. Its kind of rare to see a three round affair end with a 30-25 decision. You have to give Ricardo Funch credit for hanging in there.

Entry 1 – Rising from the ashes…

jascii — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 22:18:48 +0000

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, just been too busy. Well, I’m back….So eat it!