It's been awhile (more than 18 months) since mixed martial arts (MMA) fans have seen Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC) Welterweight Champion Georges St. Pierre in combat action. And I'm willing to bet Jesse Holland's water-logged New Jersey apartment that "Rush" looked nothing like this the last time he entered the Octagon.
On the contrary, he looks more Vaseline-ey these days, way more Vaseline-ey than when he exited the Octagon after drubbing my MMA man crush, B.J. Penn, back at UFC 94 in Jan. 2009 (GreaseGate!). Regardless of the lopsided outcome, I remain convinced that St. Pierre and Penn are tied -- no way he got that split decision back at UFC 58.
I watched that fight live (I'm willing to bet Jesse Holland's water-logged New Jersey apartment that more than 47 percent of you Romney-siacs didn't!) and I've seen it 10 times over since. Penn was straight up robbed. He celebrated that "loss" while St. Pierre went to the hospital for 24-hour observation.
Is anyone still reading?
I'm trying to get to 200 words on a UFC 154 Halloween poster, dredging up dated MMA feelings that I think changed the course of the sport's history. Yeah, in the end, Penn got to fight Matt Hughes like he rightfully should have instead of St. Pierre thanks to an injury, and he only lost because he broke a rib in a fight after dominating the first round.
Breaking ribs and judges decisions don't count! Nor do the litany of Hawaiian excuses I've bitterly swallowed and regurgitated for more than six years.
Trick or treat.