Frank Mir walked into Brazil with the air of a man who believed he could keep on fighting despite the rest of the world thinking he should spend the rest of his days on a tattoo table. He had lost his last four fights in a row, and had nothing left to prove. But it turns out all he really did need was some time off. Frank Mir looked cool, composed and in an orthodox stance that gave him a breath of new life underneath the wings he probably has somewhere on his body. Frank Mir fought great, jabbed Bigfoot Silva and then knocked his big chin into hell with a hook. It took only two minutes.
Frank Mir is back maybe. Or Bigfoot Silva is gone. Both are just there. Frank Mir vs Arvloski? What now? Should we even worry about that? Let’s just watch the replay.