I’ve been accosted multiple times on facebook, and Mama D has voiced her displeasure, so I feel like I should blog again.
The snow in Montreal has been ruthless until today when it decided that a heaving of rain is the only way to make everyday travel even worse. It actually went snow to hail to rain, making everything a slushy icy mess. Quebec has a law that all cars must have snow tires as of December. Apparently to not apply to cars rented in the last week of November. Avis seems less than concerned with my safety.
Speaking of safety (as in, me safely watching from my seat), I got the chance to step into the octagon (figuratively) and work (again, figuratively) at the Bud Light Zone at UFC 124 : GSP vs Koschek 2. The work was figurative because it turned out they had more than enough help and the only responsibility I had in the Bud Light Zone was to stay well hydrated. I performed admirably.
The fight was incredible, GSP dismantled this poor guy. And Montreal had George’s back. The crowd was electric. It was by far the best sports environment I’ve ever been a part of: 23,000 people going absolutely bonkers. These fighters are in incredible shape, total behemoths. I wonder what their candy regimen is…
Here’s a tip if you ever decide to go to a UFC fight: take your time getting there.
Doors opened at 6pm. The pay-per-view portion of the night didn’t start until 10, and GSP-Koschek wasn’t until midnight. There were 11 fights on the card (11!). No one cares about 8 of these fights, and only Joe Rogan cares about the 9th fight. For the record, Joe Rogan was very excited about pretty much everything. Just go when the PPV starts. It’s all you’ll remember anyways (thank you, Bud Light Zone).
Last week in Montreal coming up! Then back to Ontario for a very merry anglophonic Christmas.