Saturday, July 3, 2010

So here we are. Another UFC pay per view coming up. Finally, a fight I've wanted to see for a good while. You've got Carwin the Neanderthal versus Lesnar the Aryan wet dream. Brilliant. Convinced that one day my genius will be recognized, based on my relatively noteworthy accuracy when it comes to making fight predictions, I will now continue to risk it all in terms of reputation and the undying adulation of my fervent public, and say that I think Carwin is going to pull it off.

Am I convinced of this? Nah. But it's the way I am leaning, provided Carwin understands that this will have to be the performance of a lifetime, which I can't imagine to be a concept which has eluded him. He must, absolutely must, have an answer to the problem of a remarkably agile behemoth in the way of Brock shooting at him like a flesh and bone missile, hell-bent on taking him down and raining those ball-peen hammer punches down on his mug. If he can't make that happen, he is going to have an unpleasant time.

But I think he's a smart enough guy to understand that. And I don't think Lesnar has ever faced someone who matches him in size, power, and who has hands like anvils. In any event, here's hoping that this fight will be everything that it promises to be on paper: Two very big, very talented, mean ass mofos-each representing some obscure category in the evolutionary ladder- looking to beat the living shit out of each other. If it doesn't, I will never order a UFC fight again. Then maybe I'll be able to keep up on my car payments.