Minute by minute: 'March Badness'
This is how MMA has poisoned me: It has been seven years since I willingly plunked down cash for a boxing pay-per-view. (I don't think foxy boxing counts, but I'm open to arguments.)
Why bother? It's an upturned file drawer of meaningless rankings, belts, corruption and -- most egregious of all -- boredom. Athletes paw and jab at each other expertly, but once you've seen a fight in which all ranges of hurt are allowed, it's tough to appreciate anything else. At 30 years old, I'm ...
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