I often wonder, do i fit in the category of Hardcore Fan? What exactly is a Hardcore Fan? I'll let you be the judge. A couple Saturdays ago i'm kicking it at the house deciding where i'm going to watch UFC 172.There's a nice little Mexican joint with outstanding tacos i like to frequent for UFC PPVs.There's some fairly savvy fight fans at this spot and there's always some good convo.So i'm just sitting there in my easy chair with my girl "Big Country". The infamous Big Country, my longtime girl, the one with the razor sharp tongue...and great ass.The pre-lims are just about over and i ask her what her plans are for the evening. Usually on UFC Saturdays, "Big" ( as i lovingly refer to her) goes to the movies with her best friend KiKi. Or so they say, they might be renting a room and bumping clams for all i know.This night she says to me, "KiKi's out of town, why don't we order a pizza and i'll watch the fights with you" What? Watch the fights with Big and have to listen to her smart ass comments all night? Her favorite line: "What's he trying to do, fight him or fuck him". That is until someone gets busted open, then it's "This is too violent,.. how can you watch this,... look at his eye, it's gushing blood". "Yes Big, that's the idea, knock fuck out of the other guy" i say. Then out of the blue she says, "Let's invite Steve and Jana over". Steve and Jana? Steve and Jana are the tweakers that live across the street. How do i know they're tweakers? Amongst other things, they're in their 30s and their parents still pay their rent. Steve has some vague job cleaning the boats at Dana Point Harbor. And Jana? Poor Jana, she has a look of perpetual surprise on her face. Her eyes bug out of her head like she just saw a ghost. Damn! Shit is getting worse by the minute.Then i realize if i can just stay cool, be cordial to our meth fueled neighbors, i'll get to watch the fights, and maybe, just maybe, Big will allow me to defile her in some particularly nasty fashion later on. The night is looking up. Thankfully Steve and Jana don't look too high, the three of them are talking about some inane remodeling we should have done to the house ( which i promise will never happen, i have like 3 bucks left at the end of the month). Me? i'm standing in front of the TV trying to block them out while Rumble bashes Phil (Mr. Average) Davis around the cage. Then that magnificent bastard Jon Jones almost breaks Glover's arm standing. All in all, a great evening of UFC action. The after fight sex? An unbelievable night of wild eyed bungholery. All 5 minutes of it. Anyway,the question i ask gentlemen, with what i put up with to watch the fights, do i qualify as a hardcore fan?