The weights have been established and the signatures have dried on the contracts. Months & months of sweat, spit & tears have converged in one place. Rose Garden Arena in Portland Oregon for UFC 102. The marching sound of seasoned and not so seasoned fans begins to increase with every step. The sweeping sound of the broom on the mat, preparing for the stomp and blood of world class warriors. The sound in the arena is mellow and quite calm, but knowingly anticipating a war of fists and grip. As the seats start to get warm and folks have had their ''what ups'' ''handshakes'' and ''winks'' that atmosphere will change. In the stands and around the cage, conversations turn Into shoutversations and excuse me turns into a sharp shoulder to your chest. A sharp dressed man starts to make his way to the cage. Then the heads turn ignoring the current topics of the day. Some eyes at the screens some forward to the iron battle ground. the man in suite waves his arm in a ("Snap!") whip like action that would make Indiana Jones blush. Then: ROAAAAARRRRR! And these are some of the reason why I cannot get enough of the addiction they call MMA.
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