(Well, clearly Machida is controlling where the post-fight celebrations are taking place.)
Following the UFC 104 title scrap between Lyoto Machida and Mauricio Rua, we were fairly shocked when the scores came back unanimously for Machida. Wasn’t Shogun the aggressor during the majority of the fight? Didn’t he land more strikes? When it came time for the judges to explain themselves, we learned that leg kicks don’t end fights, so you might as well not count them at all. But at least one judge from that night is having a crisis of conscience. From Yahoo! Sports (via Fightlinker):
Besides the addition of TV monitors, Hamilton is also in favor of tweaking the 10-point-must scoring system:
So, two things…
1) Can we finally put an end to the ridiculous notion that the judge has "the best seat in the house"? That line has long been used as a rebuttal to outraged fans whose opinions are apparently worthless because they weren’t actually at the fight. Forget the fact that us fans watch the fights on high-definition screens, with the benefit of multiple camera angles, whereas judges are squinting over from cageside at things that they rarely have the best sight-line on. Most of the time, the view from my sofa is far better than the view from the judging table.
2) The use of half-point scores is clearly not the answer. "If a fighter wins a round that’s difficult to call, it gets scored 10-9.5." Well how do you know you’re giving the right fighter the 10 score if it’s so difficult to call? Judges would probably make a lot of the same mistakes under this system, but they’d be doing it with fractions. A better solution is more 10-10 rounds — if you can’t decide which fighter won the round, then call it a draw instead of relying on guesswork or gut feelings. A 10-9 is supposed to be awarded when one fighter clearly wins a round, but that’s not how it’s always used. Unfortunately, MMA judges are often too scared to drop the double-10:
Completely understandable, buddy. Careers and titles hang in the balance, but you wouldn’t want to jeopardize your cushy job of watching fights and awarding winning scores to who-the-fuck-ever.