I know Phil Davis is a tough fight for anyone, dude looks like an action figure on TRT, but as the fight crept closer I believed more an more in a solid Machida decision or perhaps even a Bader-esque counterpunch knockout. I even daydreamed about Machida catching Phil Davis with a his signature running knee on a takedown attempt, or maybe a liver shot that would send Phil tumbling. Let it be known that I have nothing against Phil Davis, I actually really respect his offensive wrestling and almost constant look to finish. Phil Davis is a next-level MMA fighter, but Machida is Machida, and we all love Machida. Damn.
Tonight Machida was robbed in Brazil, like so many have been before. Even you and I have been robbed on a metaphorical level, and robbed of the satisfaction of reading what was sure to be a great tale about eating Corn Nuts and spraying pee like NBA and MLB players in a locker room after winning a title all in honor of Machida’s great win over Phil Davis. It was going to be great. Now, I just sip pee sadly. I’m nursing my glass, and it’s watered down because I keep dropping in ice cubes, and it’s all Phil Davis’ fault. Phil Davis, while not doing much of anything except eating Machida’s fists and knees while standing up, landed two key late takedowns that seemingly stole the first and second rounds, which let the judges nod in his direction for a 29-28 decision. The crowd booed. My god, they booed.
So props to Phil Davis, but I think the judges got it wrong. There will be no scepters with a golden liquid spilling over the sides in celebration. Tonight Phil Davis stands victorious in Rio de Janeiro, and urine disbelief.