I love mma. I love Frankie Edgar.
I love great champions. I love great fights. I love courage. I love determination. Redundant yet? Wait. I love a fighter that is smart enough to understand that the more weight he needs to lose, the greater the repercussions on his speed and stamina are. I love a fighter that feels he is good enough to face up against other fighters that possess a significant weight advantage. I love Frankie Edgar, oops I already mentioned that. I love a sport that is so much like life itself; when the going get tough, it really gets tough; and when the going gets good, well, it's sure does get good. Most of all though, I love all of you dang fools who took the time to hear me out here.
What can I say, we're happy today.
You are now dismissed.