Well, here it is. International Fight Week. I’m not sure how something that’s been my general focus for the last month could have snuck up on me, but it has. I’m heading to the airport in twelve hours, and I’ve yet to pack. To be fair, all I really have to do is put some shorts in a tiny suitcase, so it’s nothing to stress about. I’m going to try and do a kind of fight discussion/travel blog thing for the trip, and hopefully I can post everyday, but WiFi can be spotty in Las Vegas, so we’ll see.
With 36 fights over three days, I almost don’t know where to start. I’m vaguely worried it will all seems like a blur when we’re all done. I guess for me, the thing I’m most excited about is getting to see some fighters I’ve never seen before. I’ll always stand by my assertion that seeing fights and fighters live is an entirely more rewarding experience. There is just something about the energy of a crowd and the dizzying kind of blood-lust that washes over you when you watch fighting. I’ve seen lots of live events, and lots of my favorite fighters, but I’ve got the chance to cross a few big names off my list this weekend. Mark Hunt, Cain Velasquez, Jose Aldo, Eddie Alvarez, and Jon Jones are all great fighters I’d written off ever getting to see live. Although he’s greatly diminished at this point, Takanori Gomi is the fighter I’m excited for the most. I know he’ll probably get choked out by Jim Miller, but he’s the fucking Fireball Kid! What if, by some fight week glory he lands something huge and I get to lose my mind. Oh, right, Brock Lesnar is going to be there as well. Ho-ly shit.
I’m going to go toss some shit in a carry-on. Hopefully airports behave and Brad and I can arrive in time and ready for some of the Ol’ Punch Face.