Fedor did not disappoint at the Affliction show on Saturday night. I was worried he might, but I always get the upset jitters when he is in the ring or the octagon or wherever he may be fighting. Still, all it takes is an ill-timed flying knee and Fedor will put his large Russian fist through your large Belarusian face. And that’s exactly what happened. The whole fight took a few seconds longer than I’ve been typing this paragraph.
It was generally a great night of fights, but there was one problem. When Brock Lesnar fights on a UFC show, my living room fills up with more people than I would ever actually invite over here. When you get Forrest Griffin Vs Rashad Evans, Rampage Jackson Vs Wanderlei Silva and Frank Mir Vs Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira all in the same night, you have half as many people. When Fedor fights Arlovski, my roommate and my neighbor and one other dude will show up for the fights.
I can see how it works the way it does. Brock Lesnar is a monster of a man, but Fedor has an empty stare that tells me he has killed many, many people for Mother Russia. How is a murderous robot not entertaining to more people? What is wrong with the world? If Fedor had some sweet tribal ink and looked like the poster boy for meth (Hello, Iceman) I guess he would go over better. As it is, those Affliction shirts look less cool every time he wears one to the ring because he is a big goofy sort of dude who will kill you.

Now that I’ve spent time screaming how there are great fights that aren’t UFC fights, I will shamelessly move to talk about St. Pierre-Penn this weekend. St. Pierre is going to win. There. Keeping it simple.

Arizona and Pittsburgh this weekend is the other thing going on. That will be fun. Maffew and I will be at the Wild Wing Cafe in Greenville that evening starting around 6ish. The line on the game is still Pittsburgh favored by 7. Try to get your friends drunk enough that you can put money on Arizona +7, but not so drunk that they don’t remember and don’t have to pay after Pittsburgh fails to answer the question of how you stop Larry Fitzgerald from going for 150 yards in a playoff game.
I could also be way off base on this one. On the one hand, I really have a feeling about Arizona. So do a lot of other people, however. That is where my concern lies. A lot of people love Arizona +7 and that is never a good sign. I’m probably an idiot for not liking Dick LeBeau’s defense to dominate the game like they dominate every game.

I’m going to put on pants and go eat sushi.