Dana White's scrums are usually a source of fantastic information. The UFC president sits down on a chair, the media circle around him, and an informal chat begins. White will discuss the latest in UFC news and share his opinion on nearly any subject under the sun.
The scrums are so popular that the promotion recently began airing them on Fight Pass, the digital subscription service that will also air Saturday's UFC card from Dublin, Ireland. The scrums are no longer the sole domain of the media; now they belong to everybody, as long as the everybody in question is fine with shelling out $9.99 per month or $7.99 per month if you subscribe for a year.
This is a good thing, because it allows me to sit in the comfort of my own home and watch the proceedings on my television instead of traveling halfway around the world. I might wear pants, or I might not. I might not even get out of bed. In fact, that's what I did on Friday morning: I stayed in bed and watched White address the media in a building 4,943 miles from my front door.
The wonders of technology.
It also affords me other luxuries, such as shouting obscenities at the television and resisting strong urges to hurl my remote. These two things also happened on Friday morning, as I sat and listened to White say things that made no sense.