Shane Carwin was one of my favorite fighters. There is no denying that he had dynamite in his hands. I would go as far as saying IMHO no one has ever hit harder. In his fight with GG when it seemed like he was losing it, just one titanic sized missile dropped on GG's chin and you knew you were looking at something special. He brought an aura to every fight. You didn't know what was going to happen, all you knew was that there would be fireworks, and whatever the cost of the fight was, it was going to be money well spent. The anticipation and pure energy surrounding his fights was just intense. In his last fight against JDS, a technical fighter, not a brawler, it starts off Rd1 and Carwin is trying to get a rhythm going trying to find his reach and timing. JDS on the other hand is reaching out and is firmly establishing his reach. The technician is starting to go to work while the brawler is stil trying to get his boots on. You still felt like Carwin was in this, just one good connection could change the momentum of the fight. Rd2 starts and it picks up exactly where Rd1 left off. JDS is connecting more frequently and harder. Carwin begins to fade as the fight starts rapidly skewing in favor of JDS. At this point you realize the fine line which separates the good from the truly elite level fighters was just drawn between these two. Carwin was in a shark tank. As the drubbing intensified his face began to resemble hamburger meat, and you wished he would find a graceful way out. The 2rd can't end soon enough and at this point it is just a pause in the slaughter anyways. Carwin stay on your stool. Rd3 is no place for you. Bernie. Bernie. Come Tuesday evening, when you've done 2 rounds with Junior Dos Hillary, just stay on your stool. Wednesday is no place for you.