Sometime in the middle of the night last night I attended UFC 91 in Bismarck. The weird thing is that it was fought in the Pride style ring rather than the caged octagon. And even more strange was that it took place in the front yard at my parents’ house.
Next thing I know I was waking up and asking my dad what happened? Apparently during the main event (Randy Couture vs. Brock Lesnar) Couture pulled me into the ring to use me as a human shield. Lesnar knocked me out to get me out of the way. I asked how long I had been out, feeling like it had been just a couple seconds. My dad told me I had been unconscious in the hospital for a week and everyone thought I was going to die.
I do think Lesnar is going to win tomorrow night, but I hope I’m not involved any more than watching it on TV.
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That’s hilarious.
Maybe you were having partial flashbacks of the time we wrestled in your front yard…
except you won that time.