Just when you are having the best day ever, life will find a way to knock you down off that big shiny unicorn of happiness you’ve been riding in your mind all day. This morning I woke up smiley and prepared for a beautiful first day of Spring. I was humming the lyrics to ‘It was a good day’ by Ice Cube. All the lyrics that is, except the ‘Momma cooked a breakfast with no hog’ part because I simply can’t support the notion that breakfast without bacon equals a good day. That’s utterly impossible.
Everything was going fantastically, until I clicked on an MMAWeekly article informing me that Anthony Pettis has to have surgery and will be out for at least 8 more weeks. At least eight more weeks until I get my fix of Showtime kicks in the octagon is just plain the opposite of bueno. According to MMAWeekly.com Pettis’ manager has stated that the surgery is minor and is ‘required is to clean out some existing problems.’ Although Pettis’ camp did not choose to reveal the full nature of the surgery, in the fighting world you quickly learn the words ‘clean out’ usually indicate something associated with joints like the knees or elbows.
As much as I want to go out and punch a random crabby old guy over this news, it’s really not as bad as it seems. I was already gypped out of my Showtime kick fix due to Frankie Edgar getting granted an immediate rematch with Bendo instead of the title shot Pettis was originally supposed to get. With no fights lined up for Anthony at the moment, now is the best time to go in for surgery and be ready to fight sometime later this summer. Until then I guess you can all get your Pettis fix by watching highlight reel footage. I’ll find my Anthony Pettis induced happiness by reminding myself that his phone number is in my cell phone contact list. He probably doesn’t know that though, so let’s keep that a secret just between us. [source]
Props to James Law of HeavyMMA for the beautiful header photo.