With the UFC 151 fights you were counting on to help get you through this long weekend having been canceled, how will you manage to amuse yourself? One way to pass a few hours is to settle into a comfortable chair and watch a movie or read a book.
Oh, it's combative entertainment you crave? Well, the suggestion doesn't change a bit.
Let's put this in terms you'll find familiar and perhaps even comforting, by building a fight card that pits a pair of MMA-related DVD releases in the main event and a couple of fighter-penned books in the co-main.
We see Silva as husband and father, as friend and training partner, as professional athlete and human being. As the film and the fight buildup progress, we witness the transformation of Silva from happy-go-lucky to dark and brooding. We see the frustration his manager, Ed Soares, experiences in dealing with the many sides of Silva. For those of us who aren't his manager, it's fun to tag along in what seems an all-access ride. One cool scene is of Silva at airport security, sticking his UFC championship belt in one of those plastic bins that you put on the conveyor belt to be scanned. Just think, air travelers: Your shoes might have ridden in the same bin as the middleweight leather.
There's a championship belt in
Shot and edited with a sensitivity to neither glorify the fight game nor dwell on its more sensational (that is, gory) aspects,
One of the strengths of
OK, it's not Hemingway painting a Technicolor picture of a Pamplona bullfight, but the writing is way more, um, writerly than one would expect from "The California Kid." I realize it's foolhardy to criticize a book for being too well written, but often as I read, the voice I heard in my head belonged to the ghost writer, not the surfer dude pictured on the cover.
There's no such distraction in
There's the rub. Chael is a lot of giggles when you're hearing him riff on Anderson Silva in a two-minute TV interview. But when he unleashes his wit over 220 pages of shotgun pontificating on topics far afield from the octagon, there's going to be collateral damage. Never mind that the credibility of his argument proclaiming naïve victimhood in the real estate scandal that made him a convicted felon goes out the window when you see him lauding Richard Nixon in another chapter, explaining away the disgraced president's Watergate cover-up thusly: "Nixon found out, and like a
That aside, I actually enjoyed reading Sonnen's arguments for why