Inferior Imitator

ep·i·gone n. A second-rate imitator or follower, especially of an artist or a philosopher.

Friday, September 19, 2008

I went to my first live MMA event at the Riverside Casino. There were seven amateur fights and four professional; as with any card, there were some good fights and some not so good fights, but it was all pretty awesome nonetheless. We had pretty good seats five rows back, but once fights went to the ground, it was hit or miss whether you could see anything at all.

This is a pretty good triangle:

And this guy had him in a ground and pound:

I got to meet Big John McCarthy:

And Jens Pulver:

Frickin' awesome!

Labels: martial arts

5 Antiphon:

11:40 PM, September 19, 2008, Ems: LOL. I'm sorry but that last picture...I dont know whether its the angle of your neck or the position of your head...or a combination of the two...but you look weird...
7:33 AM, September 20, 2008, Chelsea: I am passing on Josh's comment to the pictures:

"nice"
10:31 AM, September 20, 2008, Anonymous: Damn, you look hot.
12:20 PM, September 20, 2008, Anonymous: What Annika said.
12:51 PM, September 22, 2008, Technomage: Dang!

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