UFC: Was TUF 10 the Best One Ever?

Although MS is eating away at my memory, I distinctly remember Dana White promising the UFC fans and viewers on Spike that the TUF 10 of the series was "the best one I have ever seen!"

After watching the 10th of the series of TUFs with great expectations and baited breath, I am left to wonder if Dana was referring to a different version, perhaps the one left on the cutting-room floor.

With a great deal of frustration and more than a little confusion, I am concerned that I may have somehow missed something. In fact, at this point, with one episode left to watch, I am rethinking my decision to once again be sucked into watching something labeled UFC, which Dana has sworn to heaven "is the greatest one ever."

Yes, I have listened to Dana in spite of our differences, expecting him to deliver and fulfill my desire to see "the best." Most of the time when I have had to shell out money for yet another "spectacular" event on PPV, I end up doubting my own sanity for listening to the Don King of the MMA world.

Elite XC, Strikeforce, and Affliction were not as big of disappointments as these false promises of Dana "the UFC's head honcho" White.

Gosh darn that man!

Can someone please agree with me that he is totally guilty of false advertising? I am tired of being the only one not singing his praises and worshipping his sneakered feet.

All the "Kimbo is going to fight" come-ons dragged me to the TV set, eager to see what he made of his opportunity to meet Dana's challenge and prove his merit to "the big UFC boss man." Was I the only fool who bought into this hype? I guess it wouldn't be the first time.

Not only was this so totally not the best ever TUF, it did not even come close to TUF 4 or 6, which were my personal favorites.

True, there was not one instance of food contamination to make viewers gag or vomit, no "Junies" weighing over 225 pounds, running amok during the six weeks (although there were small instances of lunacy). No glasses were thrown, the million-dollar mansion was not demolished, and despite my expectations, Roy Nelson did not eat any shrubbery on camera.

The usual injuries occurred and lots of bickering and backstabbing (though only verbal in nature) did take place, and many moments reminded me of teaching kindergarten. Otherwise, the season was rather bland.

Fight-wise, this episode was devoid of talent, good cardio, or excitement in my admittedly inexpert opinion. I had more excitement breaking up fights in the Dunlap High School quad than I had watching Kimbo and "Big Country" panting around the octagon, evil-eyeing each other until Roy finally fell on top of Kimbo.

My reaction to this, being a rather hefty old gal myself, was, "Why, I could do that to my grandson (who wrestles at 152 pounds)," knowing full well that Kodi would find a way to get out from under me. Boy, Kimbo. What have you been practicing for the last three years?

From now on, I know that I will be much less willing to believe anything that MMA expert Dana White (or as I call him, "that other DW") ever states as being true.

(I know my readers will believe that in spite of what I have written here, I do not take anything Dana says as the truth, but they would be wrong.)

MMA is my only form of recreation and I keep wanting to believe in Dana. When I watched Peter Pan I clapped my hands numb while reciting, "I do believe in fairies, I do believe in fairies," just to save Tinkerbell.

Yes, it's corny but it's true. I am a big Disney fan and very sentimental too. I have the type of nature that wants to believe. However, I may never clap my hands and believe in Dana White's version of the truth ever again.

So let me just end by saying,

"I do believe in Fedor, I do believe in Fedor..."