Our Dirty Little Secret....Shhh

Tom and I love the UFC. For those of you who don't know about this phenomenon - it stands for "Ultimate Fighting Championship". Many think that this is ruthless cage fighting - when in actuality, it is a sort of hybrid sport - a combination of boxing, wrestling, jiu-jitsu, and grappling. - otherwise known as "mixed martial arts". There ARE rules. It is not a free for all. Though we are proud of being fans - it is something we don't let our kids know about...just yet :)

How does a sweet girl like me get sucked into watching this sort of thing?Perhaps it was growing up with boys that did this to me. Perhaps it was my INSTANT dislike for one of the fighters. His name is Tim. Tim Sylvia. He is a neanderthal. He is like 6'8" or something - and as dumb as a box of rocks. He won every fight because of his huge ape arms. He could hit the other guy without going near him. I always disliked his personality - and his arrogance when he won. But what sealed the deal for me was this.

That's right. He wears his UFC championship belt WITH HIS JEANS!!!

Everywhere. He wore it everywhere. I think he had special belt loops sewn for it. He probably even showered with it on. I got hooked watching this - hoping for the day someone would beat him. They did. Who knows where he is now. Probably laying in the corner of some "belt rehab" sucking his thumb.

That being said....I was hooked and Tom and I have enjoyed going to John's house from time to time to watch the fights on pay per view. Usually it is low key - order some pizza - sit and laugh. But last night that all changed.

The energy in the air was ELECTRIC! Sweet, gentle Brad suddenly morphed into an aggressive beast.

Before we knew it - we were all participating.

My brother John put me in an arm bar.

I attempted the rear naked choke.

(official name of the move. I did not photoshop clothes onto my body)

Tom took a few swings. But went down!

John and Brad grappled until there was official rug burn.

Sweet Shanaynay even got aggressive!

It was a date to remember. The only drawback was that the boys weren't wearing tiny little spandex shorts like the real fighters do.

But then again....maybe that was a good thing, after all.

After our evening was over, Tommy T walked me to the door....... and kissed me goodnight.
Now that is one guy who knows how to treat a lady.