Before we get to our favorite comments of the week, we’d like to give some love to CagePotato reader James W., who e-mailed us the photo above, and the story below:
Thanks for sharing, homey. Hopefully a brand-new CagePotato t-shirt will ease the pain of that horrible missed opportunity which will likely haunt you for the rest of your life. Now, then…
Douchey McDoucherton on "James Thompson Steps Up to Face Overeem @ Dream.12":
TBA has a better shot than Thompson
MMAExpertNewb on "UFC to Counter-Program ‘Fedor vs. Rogers’ With Star-Studded ‘Main Events’ Show":
I love the caption on that picture. It’s perfect. If there was a "site administrator best caption" contest and I had some t-shirts to give it away, I would totally ignore that awesome caption and give the shirt to someone else who’s caption wasn’t even remotely funny. Just to keep up with tradition.
[Ed. note: Oh, you mean like this?]
GetUpAndKill on "Videos: A Highlight of Heartbreak, Another Devastating Boxing KO, + More":
You dedicate your whole life to the sport. In some cases you have been training since you were a child. You train your ass off every day and begin to think you’re the best in the world and that you’re unstopable. You have an image to promote and protect, you’re a fighter after all and people in the public will challenge you or will expect things from you.
You practically starve yourself every single day 3 months prior to a fight yet you are amazingly disciplined compared to other "pro" athletes. Everything that you work for comes down to one day, less than one day, 25 mins or less or 15 mins or less. It may be a good day, it may be a bad day, you may feel light on your feet, you may have diarhea, you may be strong mentally, you may be nervous as hell.
The climax of what you are working for is being watched and critiqued by millions of people who will think you suck if you lose. But you protect your image to the very end. You make your way to the cage, thank god you didn’t trip coming up the stairs.
You see your opponent and you think he looks smaller than you remembered. You touch gloves and know you’re gonna win and be the 8th hero of the night. Jab, kick, cover, takedown attempt…..you’re out…in a flash you are out…on the ground, staring at the rafters with a bunch of annoying people gathered around you. You’re embarrassed, confused and in a lot of pain. Your opponent is parading around the ring like he just won the lottery, was this a title match?. Oh yeah, the fans are still here watching. This is the worst moment of your life. A nightmare.
Up next, press conference, media interviews, a trip to the hospital. Paycheck wasn’t as big as you remembered. Your fight contract is in jeopardy, sponsors?. You wish you could go home, sleep in your own bed. Where are you again? Vegas…fuck. A hangover, more interviews in the morning. All you wan’t to do is start training again and stop talking about the loss. You wan’t to get back in the ring as soon as possible to prove that you don’t suck…And so it begins again.
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