Sometimes I Think About These Things

I started a website here. I think I’m just trying to figure out what to do with this writing thing. For now I’ll probably post things on both the newsletter and the website. Why? I’m not sure, but that’s where I am at today. That could change later this hour.

Anyway…onto the post.

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You know when you get an orange and it looks perfectly fine on the outside, but when you peel it and look it what’s under the skin you see it’s just a black and brown and rotten mess? Sometimes I think that’s what my brain is like. 

I think that’s why I sometimes have thoughts like this one. 

I’m pretty sure that at some point a fighter is going to die in the octagon. Well, maybe not inside the octagon. I guess it’s much more likely that a fighter will die as the result of a weight cut. But I do believe the UFC has avoided this nightmare scenario mostly via luck. 

And then I think, hey, the UFC is a business much like the NFL and you know somewhere in a locked desk drawer or maybe behind some painting that the owner of has no idea what it means only that it looks totally bad ass and that their billionaire friend told them to buy as an investment, is a book or a CD or a DVD that contains a contingency plan for what to do when a death occurs. 

This not something I’ve asked the UFC about because I figure if I don’t get an answer when I ask if the promotion has a concussion protocol, I’m sure as shit not going to get a contingency plan concerning a death.

But you know it exits, at least it better exist. I just wonder what it says and what it’s main concern is. Do you think it’s the fighters and their families or do you think it’s the three letters that went from being worth $2 million in 2001 to $4 billion in 2016? 

Sometimes I think about these things.

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Music Time

One time I was driving back to Pennsylvania from a Capitals vs. Flyers game and I stopped at one of the many Maryland rest stops, I’m not sure which one it was, but on the way I back to the car I found $20 and walked passed these dudes who were coming back or going to a gig in their Econline van. It was kind of surprising, but seeing the band somehow made the fact that I had driven three hours each way to see the Flyers get shutout a little easier to stomach.