(John Polakowski has the best bro-clinch in the game.)

In this week of The Ultimate Fighter it was the last fight before the semi-finals. We are getting down to the wire. The two guys who are fighting, John Polakowski and George Roop, are both real good friends of mine. Me and George go way back since the Arizona days; John is just a guy I met in the house but how can you not like him? He just loves life. Him and his hugs, and you gotta love his saying “FIRE THE CANNONS!!!!”

Before the fight everyone is expecting a prank but who would do it to which guy first? They decided to pull the prank on John and his Lucky Charms. That was a mistake!! I thought it was hilarious due to the fact that they took the time to remove every marshmallow from the box. After all, they are the best part. John was pissed. He announced no more hugs for the blue team — he means business. He is like a man possessed. During training I’d been working with John on his wrestling. I know George has some good ground game so I wanted to help out my teammate.

During George’s training with Team Mir, he got his hand caught up in the cage and it was fucked up. It looked like a surgical balloon had been blown up. George is a tough dude so I knew he would be out there anyway. I thought this would give a definite advantage to John. Closer to fight time John started to become his old self again, and decided that he and George would hug before the fight. This was hilarious — I personally wouldnt be able to do that, especially with the guy standing in the way of a six-figure contract to the UFC. But hey, that’s John for you.

(You cannot stop Junie Browning. You can only hope to contain him to the hot-tub area.)

The bell rings, the boys hug, and they get after it. They start to exchange well and it is an absolute war. John gets tired and George takes him to the ground and exploits John’s weakness. It was a solid round one. The second round comes along and John lands some good shots and hurts George. I thought John would finish George off but Roop held on for the unanimous decision. I would have liked to see a third round although I agree with the decision. It was just a hell of a fight.

So now it’s time to sit down with Dana and the coaches and match up the semis. I knew Junie wanted to fight me and the feeling was mutual. I told Dana that Junie was the weakest in the house. Junie is all talk and we have seen that throughout the season. He wanted me and now he’s got me…and this time when he jumps the cage he’ll have something waiting for him. Be sure to watch next week for some more fireworks.

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Other notes on the episode…

— Since Efrain and Junie are fighting, that means Phillipe and George are facing each other on the other side of the lightweight bracket. George’s right eye was completely swollen shut after the John P. fight, and we’d assume his hand is still effed up, so the relatively fresh Phillipe definitely has the advantage here — particularly if the fight goes into round two, since Roop’s cardio didn’t look too hot either.

— The light-heavyweight semis will be Ryan Bader vs. Eliot Marshall, and K-Sos vs. Vinny. If you’ve been keeping count, that means Mir has five fighters in the semis, to Nog’s three. After the George/John fight, Team Mir has a cathartic gloating session, reveling in the fact that they didn’t have to love each other to have the strongest team.

— Scenes from the next episode show Dana White visiting the house again to deal with Junie’s antics. Browning was given a second chance earlier in the season — it’s hard to imagine that he’ll get a third. Will we see another lightweight placed into the semis if he gets sent packin’?

— Polakowski weighed in at 153 pounds, and that’s with a diet high in sugary cereals. He may be better off as a featherweight.

— Polakowski on mankind’s collective estrangement: “Nobody gives real hugs anymore. They just go through the motions.”

— Shane Nelson on the Lucky Charms prank: “They must be magically delicious for him to get that upset about it.”

(Aw hell, why not.)