Have you ever been punched in the face? I have. It was in the sixth grade during a pep rally for the volleyball squad. The kid next to me punched me right in the face, broke my cheekbone. Hurt like hell too. I love to watch a good fight, but I can't help but cringe when people take the big shots. I respect Wanderlei Silva, but he's given and taken more head shots than I can really get behind.
Amir Sadollah on the other hand, is my kinda fighter. He's just funny enough that you'd think he was Canadian, which is a good place to start. And then you watch him fight and he's tough as nails. And he finishes (I'll write about fighting fights and finishing fights some other time). He finishes fights out of nowhere with arm bars. Out of nowhere. I love it.
It seems like there's only a few kinds of fighters these days, and a few kind of fights, and they ain't all pretty. There's the Lyoto Machida's, the GSP's, the Anderson Silva's, and the Amir Sadollahs. And they have to contend with the wet blankets and muscle-bound meat heads that want to smash and grope their way through decisions. I'm looking at you Lesner, Hughes, Guida, Leites, Maynard.
I'm just gonna say it: If Brock Lesner had started training in catch wrestling with some Japanese submission wrestlers, a la James Barnett, instead of Minnesota caveman training, no one would ever beat him.