Tom Szczerbowski-US PRESSWIRE
In MMA, gameness is a true virtue. There’s no tangible way to measure it, it doesn’t show up on the pre-fight medical or in the tale of the tape before a fight, and most people don’t understand it even when they think they do.
Carlos Condit is gameness. He’s the dog that loves the fight, the man who smiles at his own blood on the cage floor and who fearlessly takes punishment in the hope that he might dish some out.
He stood with St-Pierre and traded with him; hurt him on occasion, sometimes badly. He was tireless off his back, constantly working for submissions. He was unbroken after five rounds with the best welterweight to ever live, a man beaten only by the decision of judges, and not by the beating he took at the hands of GSP.
Without that intangible, this fight is a yawner and it’s over early.