A Requiem for the UFC-Caliber Fighter

This is going to make me sound like an old and cranky asshole (which is a descriptor that grows in accuracy every day; at the rate I’m going, my wife is going to put me in a retirement community when I’m 50 and I’ll be fine with it), but I remember a time, back in the old days, when it meant something to be considered a UFC-caliber fighter.

You’d go to a…

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