Jason High vs Andre Galvao, DREAM Welterweight Grand Prix Semifinal
Archives for July 2009
Dream 8 Welterweight Grand Prix, Round 1
DREAM 10/ Jason High vs Everybody Else
Recently I’ve allowed myself to read all the preview and prediction information on all m favorite MMA websites. There’s a reason I don’t read this stuff before fights. Mostly I give the benefit of the doubt and think that these reporters and columnists are vastly experienced, unbiased and informed members of the MMA community. But the more I read; especially about myself, the more I realize the truth. How can they be? MMA is a young sport, its not as if we’re football, baseball or any other sport that’s been around for a good number of years. For the most part, these people that we rely on for an objective view of our sport have been involved with it only a handful of years. In short, they’re outside observers to a sport that, at this time, only its athletes know intimately. People involved intimately with MMA could know that a motivated wrestler has more than a 3-1 chance of winning against a one dimensional world class BJJ player. Intimate MMArtists also might know that, maybe, the wrestler has been working on other things than just wrestling. That just because the wrestler has no formal “belt” in jiu-jitsu, just because he’s only had a handful of formal BJJ classes 4 years back doesn’t mean he hasn’t been grappling most of his life. All this doesn’t mean the wrestler hasn’t learned to arm and defend himself against jiu-jitsu…..
So it’s with this knowledge that I tackled the world champion jiu-jitsu player. Don’t get me wrong. The only other person that has EVER controlled me ad had me that near submitting on the ground is Antonio Mckee, the only difference is, much to my chagrin, Antonio submits me regularly (also a motivated wrestler by the way). I wonder to myself what basis, if any, these MMA writers have to declare that “Once the fight hits the mat, it will only be a matter of time before High finds himself in a move so simple yet so effective — the straight armbar. Watch for Galvao to win via first-round submission in less than five minutes and head into the final relatively fresh.” Like I haven’t seen a fucking arm-bar before, or that we didn’t know that Andre Galvao (who by the way, I have immense respect for) was 3-0 with 3 armbars. Or how bout this one, let me paraphrase…Andre Galvao has already beaten John Alessio, who surpasses High in every aspect of the game…I may be ranting a bit but shit!
And there I sat, with a world champion on my back. I had already escaped a deep knee-bar where I thought, “no shame in the MMA community tapping to this, guys a world champion. But what about that asshole that handicapped you at a 3-1 dog, and all those haters that said, Jason has no chance whatsoever; he’ll be submitted in the first…” I did an inventory on my body, “the knee-bar was stretching, and it hurt, but there was nothing popping and after all, I have another, perfectly good knee that Mr. Galvao does not have ahold of, so I said fuck all you hatin’, handicapping assholes. Then he took my back. I was reminded of the movie “O Brother Where Art Thou” where George Clooney’s character says multiple times “Damn! We’re in a tight spot!” Seriously that’s all I could think of. Then I thought, this isn’t a bad spot to go out…I could tap out, or I’m sure he could punch me to death. Then I thought of my team, I thought of all the people watching me from home and how giving up, really, is for pussies. I thought of how much work my friends and I put in at the Bodyshop, how they didn’t give up on me when I was having a shitty day. I thought of how my girlfriend had sacrificed so much to give me a chance to be here tonight. I said to myself, I’d rather pass the fuck out than let those hatin’ bastards be right. And with that I made it to the second round. I got to the corner and nobody had written me off. The message was simple; wrestle in reverse, punch and kick him as many times as you can in five minutes.
So I guess what I’m saying is thank you. Thank you to all you handicappers, keyboard warriors, uneducated reporters and critics. I guess I owe you some of my purse (NOT) or at least dinner and a movie. I’m not a fan of your comments or opinions but you people always put things in perspective for a guy.