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In another thread, I was posting on how shocked I was not to remember that Rory and Nate had fought, and I remember why this was, because it was UFC 129: GSP and Shields and THAT night I had skipped the prelims and gone to a house to watch the PPV with others and have drinks/food. Some memories were sparked as I remember that night quite vividly and are one of the memories I still cling to after the death of my best friend, Remy. (R.I.P)
Anyways here's the story:
Friend of friend was having a UFC Night at his place - pay 5 bucks to get in, BYOB but his mom served Nachos and Beef and all this amazing fat people food. His name was Randy I remember as his father was rooting for Randy Couture just because he shared a name with his son, lol, we all know how that turned out.
This also was the first event that I had brought my best friend, Remy, to watch the fights. Ever since that evening, he slowly became a h core fan. With posters all over his walls and everything, never missed a fight and watched all the old ones and showed mma knowledge that rivaled my own. He, unfortunately, committed suicide 2 years ago and the hole he left in his wake has still not been filled for me, his or my own family. When I say best friend, I mean our parents are friends and we were born a month apart - I spent every weekend of my childhood with him and lived with him for many years in my adult life. We were brothers pretty much.
Anyways I could go on and on about him, but I won't. It's good to have memories with him though. What I remember the most about that night is, I wanted to show him my favourite fighter fight, this new, young crazy Brazilian champ that had just entered the UFC after the WEC merging. I was excited to show off my guy to everybody.
Then, moments before the fight, the mother fucking cock sucking POWER goes out! Yep, that's right. Seriously about 10 seconds before they were about to touch gloes, BLACKESS. All over the house. Followed by some laughter - at me - from my best friend and a few others that joined in. I was furious, fuming, foaming at the mouth. We lit some candles and just chilled for a while.
OH! Then suddenly, BOOM, power comes back on. Oh, sweet! We get to see Jose Aldo now! Well, turns out we did, but we got to see him in his corners after the first round has just ended. Ok, all is good, fight is not over, we can see the second round then.
OH! Boom. Power off again. More laughter. Some angry "Fuck!"s mine included. Randy's father and mother get upset, say they are going to demand a refund, etc. Well, as luck would have it, the power finally did come back on in the middle of the fourth round. So all everybody got to see of Jose Aldo was Mark Hominick laying on him making Aldo his bitch. Haha. Hilarious in hindsight. "Great fighter, Brad. He's a beast, pffft" remarks were bitch-slapped at me afterwards. And yes, my name is Brad, Thuckey is not my real name (shock)
Our first few events that we watched had me giving the back stories for the all the guys, telling Remy who mattered and who beat who, general mma stuff. Eventually we could watch an event together and HE'd tell me some things I did not even know. Was great to share a passion with somebody I knew so well. Incidentally after that night GSP became HIS favourite guy, as Remy and his father, Remy Sr. are French-Canadian with strong family ties to Quebec. He had gone on to see some UFC events in person as well, begging me to get my passport and come with him. However money was always a problem for me and I had promised we would go, many times in the future.
But, as fate would have it, he passed away before that could happen. Now, every time I watch a UFC event I remember him and think to myself that he is there with me somehow, in spirit, watching the event with me. For a good while we had gone out to the bar or rented a PPV together, saw all the big ones together. Sometimes we'd be with other people or girlfriends or whatever but there was always me and him there. And we would annoy or indeed interest people with our combined mma knowledge.
I have not gone out to a bar to watch a PPV event since. I have rented a few, but now usually I watch the the next day with my son. He's too young to stay up late and watch them live so it works out. He is only 5 years old but he shows a genuine interest in the sport, instead of names he will say "blue guy" or "white guy" whatever shorts they have on. I tell him about his "Uncle" Remy a lot and show him pictures but again, he was too young to remember him despite all the time they spent together.
Well, R.I.P to my brother, I shall see him in another life. Here is a photo of me and him in 2011, me with the shirt on:
Nevermind my "hathead"
Anyways here's the story:
Friend of friend was having a UFC Night at his place - pay 5 bucks to get in, BYOB but his mom served Nachos and Beef and all this amazing fat people food. His name was Randy I remember as his father was rooting for Randy Couture just because he shared a name with his son, lol, we all know how that turned out.
This also was the first event that I had brought my best friend, Remy, to watch the fights. Ever since that evening, he slowly became a h core fan. With posters all over his walls and everything, never missed a fight and watched all the old ones and showed mma knowledge that rivaled my own. He, unfortunately, committed suicide 2 years ago and the hole he left in his wake has still not been filled for me, his or my own family. When I say best friend, I mean our parents are friends and we were born a month apart - I spent every weekend of my childhood with him and lived with him for many years in my adult life. We were brothers pretty much.
Anyways I could go on and on about him, but I won't. It's good to have memories with him though. What I remember the most about that night is, I wanted to show him my favourite fighter fight, this new, young crazy Brazilian champ that had just entered the UFC after the WEC merging. I was excited to show off my guy to everybody.
Then, moments before the fight, the mother fucking cock sucking POWER goes out! Yep, that's right. Seriously about 10 seconds before they were about to touch gloes, BLACKESS. All over the house. Followed by some laughter - at me - from my best friend and a few others that joined in. I was furious, fuming, foaming at the mouth. We lit some candles and just chilled for a while.
OH! Then suddenly, BOOM, power comes back on. Oh, sweet! We get to see Jose Aldo now! Well, turns out we did, but we got to see him in his corners after the first round has just ended. Ok, all is good, fight is not over, we can see the second round then.
OH! Boom. Power off again. More laughter. Some angry "Fuck!"s mine included. Randy's father and mother get upset, say they are going to demand a refund, etc. Well, as luck would have it, the power finally did come back on in the middle of the fourth round. So all everybody got to see of Jose Aldo was Mark Hominick laying on him making Aldo his bitch. Haha. Hilarious in hindsight. "Great fighter, Brad. He's a beast, pffft" remarks were bitch-slapped at me afterwards. And yes, my name is Brad, Thuckey is not my real name (shock)
Our first few events that we watched had me giving the back stories for the all the guys, telling Remy who mattered and who beat who, general mma stuff. Eventually we could watch an event together and HE'd tell me some things I did not even know. Was great to share a passion with somebody I knew so well. Incidentally after that night GSP became HIS favourite guy, as Remy and his father, Remy Sr. are French-Canadian with strong family ties to Quebec. He had gone on to see some UFC events in person as well, begging me to get my passport and come with him. However money was always a problem for me and I had promised we would go, many times in the future.
But, as fate would have it, he passed away before that could happen. Now, every time I watch a UFC event I remember him and think to myself that he is there with me somehow, in spirit, watching the event with me. For a good while we had gone out to the bar or rented a PPV together, saw all the big ones together. Sometimes we'd be with other people or girlfriends or whatever but there was always me and him there. And we would annoy or indeed interest people with our combined mma knowledge.
I have not gone out to a bar to watch a PPV event since. I have rented a few, but now usually I watch the the next day with my son. He's too young to stay up late and watch them live so it works out. He is only 5 years old but he shows a genuine interest in the sport, instead of names he will say "blue guy" or "white guy" whatever shorts they have on. I tell him about his "Uncle" Remy a lot and show him pictures but again, he was too young to remember him despite all the time they spent together.
Well, R.I.P to my brother, I shall see him in another life. Here is a photo of me and him in 2011, me with the shirt on:
Nevermind my "hathead"