The evidence is overwhelming and Mike Swick is absolutely right. If you were forced to be a chicken, wouldn’t you want to be the dude that fights in a gladiator stadium in order to live another day and be treated like a poultry king afterward — or the chicken that’s going to be cramped inside of a conveyor belt factory and eventually end up inside some drunk college kid’s styrofoam box at 3:30 AM on a Friday morning?
In no way is Mike Swick advocating the sport of cockfighting or even trying to assemble a logical argument if it’s even a sport at all. He’s only entertaining our ridiculous hypothetical scenario that if he somehow found himself in the body of a chicken, he would much rather be a cockfighting chicken than a chicken that will only end up in a three-piece meal. It makes sense, but only if you can expand your mind as far as Mike Swick did in this brief interview we did with him in Manilla, Philippines at 4:12 am inside of his hotel room. Check it out after the jump.