UFC 97: What ...No Grease II?

Although some people enjoy sequels even more than the original story, I am sure that Dana White was not ready for a sequel this close to UFC 94 and the first Grease Gate.

Although I was waiting for a quick response and a loud outcry, it failed to commence as I watched an interesting and thought provoking development occurring within the cage before the main event of tonight's UFC 97.

Lo and behold, Mr. Anderson Silva, who some on B/R and many other sites, consider the No. 1 pound-for-pound MMA fighter in the world, rearranged the Vaseline on his face in a most conspicuous and undisguised manner.

Yes! Anderson used both of his hands to rub the freshly applied grease from his face, in front of God and anyone else who was watching, and transferred it onto his chest and arms liberally.

He even went back to his face to get every glob off and rub it directly on other forbidden parts of his body.

Thales Leites, of course, has a black belt in BJJ (it took him only four years to attain it according to expert commentator Joe Rogan), and he and his corner men stood transfixed as Anderson greased himself openly.

Apparently, no one from the BJ Penn crew was in attendance to yell foul and set up a commotion over the brazen display; Dana was most likely preoccupied consoling his buddy Chuck Liddell whom he had just publicly cut off at the knees after his loss, apparently Frank Mir, Jason "Mayhem" Miller, and any other witnesses were too busy with other matters to cause a ruckus.

Obviously, Georges St-Pierre the last sacrificial lamb was stunned into silence when the ceiling of the Bell Center was not cleaved into by lightening and a loud clap of thunder, condemning the latest "greaser."

I must admit that I was shocked too.

No commotion, no parade of frowning commissioners, no toweling off rituals followed and the fight proceeded.

The greaser won the fight by slipping out of all the BJJ submissions attempted by Leites...

Still no hubbub, just booing because the fight was a la Machida and not a blood fest.

Will wonders never cease?

Well, I will be on the lookout for the grease squad to come out of their closet and wreak the whirlwinds of justice on the sinner tomorrow, perhaps.

Or maybe in the next six weeks.

Two or three months.

Or maybe sometime?

It wasn't Georges greasing, so who knows.

Without BJ's involvement, it may go completely unnoticed except for Grandma Dee.

Oh well...