The baddest motherfucker on Earth and I are in a posh restaurant in a poor city with two guys he picked up at some point or another to shoot guns and drink beer with whenever he isn't elbowing people in the face, and we're laughing, the four of us, hearty guffaws that crash around the table. I'm telling them a funny…
An amateur MMA fight put on by the Prison City Fight League (uh, what?) ended strangely when flyweight Mike Pantangco tapped out while in the midst of laying a beating on opponent Jeremy Rasner.
The St. Petersburg Times's "Man accused of beating to death aspiring 'ultimate fighter' at Zephyrhills party" headline comes nowhere near telling the whole story of Samuel Smith's death (allegedly) at the ruddy hands of Richard Starks Jr.
The UFC descends on Philadelphia this weekend. Which means that hordes of Tapout-clad drunks from the East Coast will fill the Wachovia Center and howl like gibbons as they work themselves into the Blood Frenzy. Well, bully for them.
The only way anyone can get to care about boxing anymore is when celebrities hit each other. Henceforth, an upcoming fight between "Fear Factor"'s Joe Rogan and fledgling wanna-be kung-fu star Wesley Snipes. It is indicative of the world of boxing that on boxing Web sites, this has become a semi-big story.