Bleacher Report's James Ryan brought us this story yesterday.
In it, he provided this incendiary quote: "I want to fight Brock Lesnar. I hate who he is as a person. I want to break his neck in the ring. I want him to be the first person that dies to Octagon-related injuries.”—Frank Mir, WXDX Radio
In response, I'd like to say that I don't think Frank Mir should be arrested. In fact, I hope he gets his rubber match with Lesnar.
I'm an avid fan of My Name is Earl (yeah, it's cancelled, but I've got the DVDs), and maybe all those hours of listening to the mustachioed philosopher have warped my perceptions, but I think karma might deliver the goods for Frank.
I'm from the South, and we have a saying for everything. In this case, I can think of several. Here are a few:
1. Don't poke the bear.
2. Let sleeping dogs lie.
3. Never corner something meaner than you are.
4. Experience is an expensive school, but a fool will learn in no other.
And last, but certainly not least:
5. Don't let your mouth write checks that your ass can't cash.
Yes, the official score between Brock Lesnar and Frank Mir stands at 1-1. The unofficial score is Brock Lesnar eight minutes, Frank Mir 15 seconds.
Although Mir won their first outing and is, to date, the only man to hold a win over the big monster, he didn't dominate him. Lesnar got caught.
I know, I know, "got caught," it's the cheap excuse, right? Everyone "got caught."
"I got caught."
Here's my MMA definition for "got caught": You were winning the fight in a convincingly one-sided fashion when you made a silly mistake that directly led to you losing the fight via a quick knockout or submission.
If you got beat from bell to bell, you didn't get caught, you got beat. If it was back and forth and you got knocked out, you didn't get caught. You got beat. If you had Mir down on the mat, and you were dribbling his head off the canvas, and you made a rookie mistake and left your leg wide open in the presence of a jujitsu ace, you got caught. At least, you have a good argument.
Then what happened to Mir in their last fight was something more akin to a three-on-one beatdown on Saturday night outside of the local watering hole. Except, of course, that Brock Lesnar is technically just one man.
I understand where Mir is coming from. More than his face got hurt in that fight. His pride was cut and it was deep. But come on, Frank. Do you really want to stoke the fire of the very same locomotive that just squashed you?
I have one more saying for you. Discretion is the better part of valor.