Last year I met Joey Karate in a packed elevator in Mandalay Bay on my way to get some breakfast. At first I didn’t realize it was him, but I was able to subtly maneuver my arm through the tightly packed metal box and touched his elbow with my forefinger. When he looked up from my attention-grabbing poke I quietly mouthed ‘You’re the man’ then he raised his fist in the air at me and grumbled something indecipherable, especially in Las Vegas before noon.
That’s it. That’s my Joey Karate story. So take a break from whatever it is you’re doing on the fourth of July and watch his breakdown of UFC 148.