I realized tonight that I have no idea how to arrive anywhere fashionably late. I hate being late to an event more than I hate broccoli. I almost always get to places more than 2 hours early because I really have nothing else to do. I went to the fundraiser for Demico Rogers/UFC 117 viewing event tonight and I arrived in down town Seattle at 3 in the afternoon. The party started at 5:30. I went straight to the restaurant and walked around the building peering in the windows looking for someone I might know. I did not go inside to sit down because that would be creepy to go in to a restaurant alone, and sit there for 2 hours staring at people. I chose instead to stand under a tree across the street and watched the door and playing solitaire on my IPod. I imagine that I looked like I was waiting to find a beautiful lass to bash over the head with a club and drag her by her hair back to my parent’s basement. I finally mustered up the cajones to go inside where I took a seat in a dark corner drinking water and mumbling to my self with my cell phone up to my head like I was talking to someone, just so the waiters didn’t think I was some sort of weird-o.

The fights were finally on and I was able to put away my IPod so I could watch. I was very impressed with Roy Nelson, mostly because as someone who has been mistaken for Roy, I know that I might have a chance in the UFC. Mr. Nelson lost to Junior Dos Santos, but I saw that coming.

Matt Hughes choked out Ricardo Almeida in the first round. If you have seen Matt Hughes choke someone out once, you have seen it a thousand times.

Clay Guida showed a lot of heart in his victory over Rafael Dos Anjos. He took him down and won by a tap out. He is an exciting fighter to watch because he keeps such a high pace through out the entire fight.

Jon Fitch is a great fighter, but he is about as fun to watch as a Golden Girls marathon.

I was sure that Sonnen would not come close to taking Anderson Silva to the ground, When Chael got the takedown, and held him there my jaw dropped and my heart sank.  For 4 rounds Chael Sonnen was on Anderson Silva like oil on a pelican. To me, watching Sonnen sit on top of a seemingly defenseless Silva was like watching Superman getting kicked in the bathing suit area by Lex Luthor’s hair dresser. I jumped up and clapped wildly when Anderson grabbed the triangle choke for the win.

Chael Sonnen talked a lot of trash before the fight, but to his credit, he definitely brought the fight to Anderson Silva.