UFC in Hawaii: Let Them Eat Cat!

Being up today at a very early hour of 1:35 AM and receiving a tip form a friend that Georges had written a new blog on the Yard Barker, I was quick to visit the Yard and read his latest offering. After all, this is what I live for: news from Georges.

I was sorry to hear that another friend of his will be having surgery on his knee for a fighting/training related surgery. This time it is Stephen "Wonderboy" Thompson, whom I am not at all familiar with, yet a friend of Georges' is surely a friend of mine.

Here is hoping that Mr. Thompson's surgery is successful, and he is able to be back in action soon, better than ever.

The meaty part of Georges' blog for me was his description of the promotional journey that has taken him from Toronto to Hawaii and back to his Montreal home.

There is something so "Georges" about the way he talks. It is authentic and very heart warming because he is so honest and natural with absolutely no pretensions. For this, I completely adore him; it is so unguarded and very similar to hearing my grandson talk about his activities.

Hearing Georges discover the joys of having a new Blackberry with video games (Brick Breaking anyone?) was so refreshing. I have never owned one and learning about owning one from Georges, who is now a spokesman for Bell Canada, was refreshing, but of course now I am going to want one just to play the game.

George is a very gustatory person, if that means enjoying and discovering new foods, anyway, that is what I mean to say. On his trip to Hawaii, while trying their gustatory delights, Georges was eating a dumpling (I guess, from his description) with meat inside. As he was sampling it, and before he had a chance to swallow it, someone told him it was the meat from a cat.

I would guess that since Georges reacted by spitting the concoction out; he is indeed an animal lover and would prefer not to appreciate felines by ingesting them.

A poster to his blog commented on this experience stating that he/she (I have forgotten which) was told the exact same thing when tasting the delicacy with the same gag-inducing reaction that Georges had.

Could they actually eat cats in Hawaii as they do in Viet Nam?

If I ever do go to Hawaii (now that I have made my peace with B.J.), I will restrict my diet to fruits, maybe seafood, but definitely no meat dishes.

If it weren't for the fact that my husband prepares all my meals and is himself a meat lover, I would choose to be a vegan.

Georges did thank a particular steakhouse for staying open and providing a meal for him, so I feel better knowing he did not have to starve while on the island.

Since Georges was bemoaning the fact that he had very limited time to work out during his trip and is anxious to get back to his usual pre-fight training regimen, I am sure that he was happy to return home and really begin the work for his fight with B.J.

I am hoping that B.J. will completely destroy my previous ruthless image of him and be a gentleman in the octagon on Jan. 31, 2009. Anything less will probably send me into a flurry of bashing never before experienced on a sports' site.

From the type of comments I have gotten as of late, I know that no one wants to see that happen.

"Chill out, Grandma," as Cody used say.