If You Do Win BJ, Please Don't . . . (or, Welcome to My Worst Nightmare!)

OK. No big news to anyone who knows Grandma Dee's predilection for MMA fighter Georges St. Pierre and the prediction that he will win the fight with BJ Penn on January 31.

The enormity of this fight and how much it means to each fighter to win is becoming a heavy weight to carry through the whole week.

How the fighters and their managers can stand the growing tension and anticipation is inconceivable to me.

Having two doctors appointments and having all ready been informed that my labs are off has made my week more anticlimactic than the fight could ever be.

No, this will be a real barnburner with an earth shaking climax to be sure.

I may have to increase my insulin and blood pressure medicine just to get through Saturday until the PPV comes on, and Comcast had better not fail me on this one!

In spite of BJ's death threats to "destroy" and or "kill Georges" (pure semantics, BJ, I see little difference in the way you have worded it, the meaning is the same), I think Rush has a better chance of surviving his ordeal than I have.

Unfortunately, I am an em-path and have suffered through labor with friends, although I myself have never been through labor (two births by cesarean section), felt phantom pain from amputation and endured migraines with friends, although that is not one of my health problems.

I am certain I will feel every blow that Georges takes.

Without the advantage of his adrenaline, it will be a long and painful night.

Because of the way I feel about Georges and his talent, I fully expect him to win.

If he does not win, I will continue to support him, period.

Loyal to a fault, I will congratulate BJ, but continue to be a staunch GSP fan forever.

That will never change.

With the time I have had to reflect on both men's fighting skills I anticipate a war and an unbelievable fight that fans will talk about for years.

Also, however, judging from past events, I have been having nightmares of what may happen if BJ is triumphant.

Now if Georges wins, as I expect he will, I have no doubts how he will react.

Georges is ever the gentleman with impeccable sportsmanship and will both honor BJ and compliment him, being the most gracious of all winners.

My nightmare springs from having had to sit through BJ's very bizarre post fight behaviors.

I do not want to see him licking Georges' blood from his gloves; or dipping his gloves in Georges' blood to get a better taste as he did with Sean Sherk.

Vampiristic blood rituals may have roots in some ancient Hawaiian cultural thing, but it is totally unAmerican as far as I am concerned.

So I dread this "fetish" BJ has for blood that he has recently spilled inside the octagon. 

It is possible that he also has eaten his baby daughter's placenta, as is common in some cultures which believe in that birth ritual, but I try not to think of things like that since my years as a maternity nurse are over.

Finally, the last ritual that BJ displayed after he won his first WW title by beating Matt Hughes in their first fight truly horrified me and millions of other MMA fans worldwide.

So please, please, BJ, do not give life to my very worst nightmare which does also originate from your past behavior.  

After all your trash talk and even the snide implications you have made questioning Georges' manhood, please, I beg you, do not kiss Georges on the mouth after the fight.

My grandson, who idolized Matt Hughes at the time, sat and watched with me completely mortified as you gave Hughes a huge lingering kiss, smearing the blood streaming from Matt's nose all over his left cheek and all over your mouth as you reeled away and collapsed in a swoon into the arms of your corner-man.

Someone put Brittany Spears song "Not that Innocent" in the background as they played the video clip of the incident over and over with made up captions of Hughes supposedly discussing "the kiss."

How tasteless!

Now beating an opponent's ass is one thing, but humiliating a grown man who will someday end up in the UFC Hall of Fame, is another matter completely.

There is no justification for that.

Not being a Matt Hughes fan myself, I still feel the sting and shame of that kiss.

Just promise me, since I have been true to my promise to treat you with more respect than I previously have, to keep your luscious Hawaiian sun kissed lips to yourself.

You can kiss little Ava as much as you want, she will love it and probably giggle.

Georges would not.

Listen to Grandma on this one.