I'm driving home on I-15 north between 45th and 35th south when traffic suddenly slowed up. I was drive my stylish 92 Mercury Topaz which had no trouble stopping. Unfortunately the pick up truck behind me with the 18 ft closed trailer was much heavier and unable to stop in time. My seat was knocked flat and my car jumped forward a foot or two. Being in Utah, no one stops to let us over to the side of the freeway. . . about 10 minutes later we both get safely on the shoulder. The driver of the truck comes over and asks me if I'm OK.
We waited for 40 minutes and the UHP never show up. The driver comes over and askes what we want to do. I suggested we exchange information and let our insurance hack it out. I get looking at the guy and I think to myself he looks like he would be an MMA fan. He had a beard and a shaved heard. He looks like he could be an MMA fighter. . . wait a minute! He IS a UFC fighter!
"Are you into MMA at all?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm _____ ________, are you into it?"
"Yes! I'm a huge fan! Your a great fighter!"
"Yeah, it's always great to meet a fan, not like this but. . ."
"Hey, it's cool - any chance I get to meet a legend. . ."
"Are you going to the fight this weekend in Vegas? [Lesner vs. Cotour] You want me to hook you up for some tickets?"
"Oh man! I would love that but I have a funeral this weekend. . ."
"Give me a call and I'll hook you up. In fact, I'm driving an octagon up to Layton for a fight, that's what's in the trailer."
We exchanged a few more pleasantries and a man hug. He was such an awesome guy and a gentleman! I have seen him fight several times. He is a class act in and out of the octagon.
There is my fifteen seconds of fame. . . well used!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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Hey, goodtimes! I'm actually not surprised that he's in Utah at all. Some of the best fighting gyms are located in Sugarhouse.
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