You can hate on this all you want, but here it is: the second-strongest reaction I have ever had to the outcome of an MMA fight. I’ve been a fan of Brock Lesnar since the first time I saw him in the WWE, back when I was a hardcore wrestling fan. As a quick tangent to help better paint a picture of how big of a fan of pro wrestling I used to be, consider this: I used to get paid to review wrestling DVD’s… in the form of more wrestling DVD’s.
Brock Lesnar didn’t bring me into the sport of MMA, but when Brock Lesnar entered the sport of MMA he immediately became one of the fighters I absolutely had to pay attention to. Throughout all the ups and downs, I remained a hardcore Lesnar fan.
When Lesnar returned from his long layoff due to injury and was nearly pounded into jelly by Shane Carwin, I felt incredibly dejected. I had no hope that Lesnar would somehow rally. In my mind, how could he? Carwin dominated Lesnar like no one had ever dominated Lesnar before, and I felt sure that the end was near heading into the second round.
Then Lesnar snuck in a takedown, turned it into a submission attempt, and actually submitted Shane Carwin.
My memory of this moment is as crystal-clear as anything: I remember hope coming back into my head as Lesnar took Carwin down. I remember how shocked I was when Lesnar achieved mount so easily. I remember how bewildered I was at the notion of Brock Lesnar, Brock freaking Lesnar, submitting somebody. I remember my jaw hitting the floor as Shane Carwin’s head started turning purple.
And I definitely remember my reaction when Carwin tapped out: I literally jumped out of my chair, started cheering, and started tossing things around my room. I didn’t know what else to do.
Don’t take this the wrong way: it’s not like I was breaking things or putting holes in my walls or attempting to break the sound barrier every time I tossed something. But I distinctly remember a stack of papers I sent flying because… well, because it felt like the right thing to do at the time. My remote, mouse, and keyboard may have been thrown in the air and left to plummet as well. It was one of those moments where I literally couldn’t contain myself.
In hindsight, I know how crazy this makes me sound, and I know that it’s probably not something I should share with anybody if I want them to take me seriously. But this is my love for the sport: it makes me do some pretty crazy things. This was definitely me at my craziest, but the number-one spot has got to go to…