My heart has been stolen by this most glorious and visceral sport that is MMA. I am truly quite grateful for it’s existence and my ability to access it in multiple forms.
And I often ask myself why?
Combat sports are without a doubt the closest we have in the sporting world to brute self realization.
And with that comes a brief glimpse into a larger realization of personhood…who we are deep down.
MMA is my guilty pleasure because it can sometimes provide battle theatre for the noble struggles of life itself.
Fatherhood and domesticity asks similar questions for myself.
Who am I as a man and a human being?
What am I made of to take on the struggles of tomorrow with as little whining as possible?
What do I stand for and what am I willing to die for?