cro cop is one of those athletes that causes people to watch a sport and go "I bet I could do that", simply because he's so gifted and so collected that it looks easy. You end up watching all the other fighters and saying "WHY DON'T YOU JUST FIGHT LIKE HIM YOU RETARDS IT'S CLEARLY FUCKING SIMPLE"
what i admire the most about the man is his professional demeanor
he's never a prick towards anyone, he doesn't really talk too much shit about his opponents (silva brought a little out of him, but only by starting it first), and he doesn't act like a maniac.
When I was a kid, I was with my dad in the wood. He was chopping wood and I was playing around. I tried chopping a bit of wood, but it was more fun to attack random small trees. I swung the axe at a small tree, but the tree was much harder than I thought, so the axe kind of bounced back towards me. I also didn't hold the handle very tightly, and somehow the axe turned around and I hit myself in the forehead with the sharp end. It was just a nick, but I panicked and thought I would die when I realized I was bleeding.
I've been pretty careful around sharp things since then.
Sounds like the guys got ahold of some of the early UFC videos, the ones where it was more a freakshow than a sport. I distinctly remember the match that resulted in one guy getting punched square in the penis about 30 times. It was not a good fight. Most of the early matches weren't what I would consider good fights.
Before the guys decide they just CAN'T HANDLE watching people hit each other, I suggest watching some of the newer shows, perhaps even take a look at the next season of the The Ultimate Fighter as a way to ease into it. If you don't understand what's going on then you don't get much out of watching the matches. There are a lot of subtleties that you will miss if you just expect to see two dudes dick punching.
For a great introduction you can visit bullshido.net as well, amongst the missions of the site educating noobs ranks fairly highly.
When I was a kid, I was with my dad in the wood. He was chopping wood and I was playing around. I tried chopping a bit of wood, but it was more fun to attack random small trees. I swung the axe at a small tree, but the tree was much harder than I thought, so the axe kind of bounced back towards me. I also didn't hold the handle very tightly, and somehow the axe turned around and I hit myself in the forehead with the sharp end. It was just a nick, but I panicked and thought I would die when I realized I was bleeding.
I've been pretty careful around sharp things since then.
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside them in her apron
To tell them 'Supper'. At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap--
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh.
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all--
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart--
He saw all spoiled. 'Don't let him cut my hand off
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!'
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then -- the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened at his heart.
Little -- less -- nothing! -- and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
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what i admire the most about the man is his professional demeanor
he's never a prick towards anyone, he doesn't really talk too much shit about his opponents (silva brought a little out of him, but only by starting it first), and he doesn't act like a maniac.
When I was a kid, I was with my dad in the wood. He was chopping wood and I was playing around. I tried chopping a bit of wood, but it was more fun to attack random small trees. I swung the axe at a small tree, but the tree was much harder than I thought, so the axe kind of bounced back towards me. I also didn't hold the handle very tightly, and somehow the axe turned around and I hit myself in the forehead with the sharp end. It was just a nick, but I panicked and thought I would die when I realized I was bleeding.
I've been pretty careful around sharp things since then.
Before the guys decide they just CAN'T HANDLE watching people hit each other, I suggest watching some of the newer shows, perhaps even take a look at the next season of the The Ultimate Fighter as a way to ease into it. If you don't understand what's going on then you don't get much out of watching the matches. There are a lot of subtleties that you will miss if you just expect to see two dudes dick punching.
For a great introduction you can visit bullshido.net as well, amongst the missions of the site educating noobs ranks fairly highly.