I didn’t watch TUF 17 tonight. Yeah, I know. Throw me in a pool of tar, throw feathers on me, force me to wear a floral mini-skirt, strap a blonde wig on me, slap my face until I can’t feel my cheek — or as I like to call it, ‘just another night in West Hollywood.’
My attention was diverted to that over-the-top shoot out in Big Bear, California from the LAPD in their attempt to capture Christopher Dorner. Judging by reports tonight, it appears the fugitive cop is no longer with us. I guess he was right, he wouldn’t be alive to see the second episode of the new season of The Walking Dead. Jeez, here I am — we’re on the eve of Mardi Gras, it’s Fat Tuesday, and I’m spending my time giving you updates about a wanted murderer on an MMA site. What a way to waste a day assigned for wasting brain cells. Perhaps I should just tell you that Dana White has no problem with Cris Cyborg and Ronda Rousey fighting at 140 lbs. Now I can get on to more pertinent activities — like paying for highly overpriced drinks at a bar.
