I'm training to be a cage fighter
After the Portland Starlight Parade, Saturday night we realized driving out of a garage and out of downtown would prove slow. So we entered some buffalo something or another for a quick bite while traffic dissipated. Turns out that said restaurant was one of these new fangled family eateries on steroids with like fifty televisions completely surrounding every spare inch of wall space. Which on this fine evening meant watching some one named Kimbo punch another guy in the face until blood ran from his cauliflower ear. I have been quick to mock in the past these cage fighting beasts, but I have to say actually watching it made my stomach turn. At the end when I almost couldn't take much more, I wondered if the human carnage was what was so upsetting or the fact that people were cheering it on like some show at the Roman Coliseum.