UFC IRL
I remember the first time I watched a UFC fight. I was at a heaving, frothing Kingslander, an overflowing jug of lads and fight enthusiasts. I was the glass of rosé.
I will never forget the gore. The blood. The sound of bodies crushing bodies. The sight of bending limbs into submissions. The shock of the TKO. The gush of Joe Rogan’s adrenalin-fuelled voice as he interviewed the winners. I remember watching it unwillingly, wincing at every hit, asking, “Why is this even a sport and why am I watching this?”
Fast-forward to the present, and I’m sloshing around in that jug. Pour me a glass and put me front-row of a fight.
