How we lost our mind when the Diamond and the Swamp Fox stood tall together: reminiscing…
was that night in atlanta when poirier had just put mitch claremont to sleep in two rounds right? just walking through the omnia, you could feel it in the air like the place was about to explode. some lads had already started the "lw's worst nightmare" chants before the cage was even wiped down, you know how it is when the whole town turns into one big fight night. and then the gaethje fight happened later that card — just watching that glove hit the canvas felt like we’d all been zapped by a lightning bolt straight to the heart. still feels like yesterday, that moment when the crowd went from a roar to a silence so thick you could taste it, then back to screaming like we’d just won the lotto.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Aye, mate I was in a greasy spoon in Sauchiehall Street with half of Glasgow watching on an old telly stuck on the sports channel—no idea how that ancient CRT even got reception but when Gaethje’s glove kissed that canvas I knocked my Irn Bru flying clean over the table. My arse was still numb when the next round started coz my heart had shot straight out my mouth then dropped back in like a bloody yo-yo.
Heart with the team, head on pause.
ever catch yourself freezing mid-air when something insane happens, like the whole place just holds its breath and then *bam* the noise hits you again? i was up in the first balcony at the gauntlet 2 back in the day, that little arena over by lake pleasant, when the second dude before poirier’s walkout pulled off some crazy shoulder clap after his ko, and the floorboards *thuddered* under all of us like we were all one person with one heart. then dustin comes out, and you could see the crowd’s already turned into a single voice, all raw and electric — and when mitch got put away so quick? the joint just *exploded*. you didn’t breathe, you didn’t blink, you rode that wave or got knocked off your feet by the sheer weight of it. then later that same night gaethje happens. i swear i saw an old lady behind me clutching her bingo card like it was a life preserver when that glove hit the canvas. the air went still for one second too long, like time just paused and let us all catch our breath before the universe screamed back louder.
Been here longer than some have followed.
felt like I was running on Irn Bru and adrenaline that whole week before UFC 269 — booked the day off work, told the missus I had a "dentist appointment," but let’s be real, my dentist’s name is actually "UFC Fight Pass." when gaethje dropped that glove I was in this tiny Wetherspoons in Manchester with a bunch of lads, one of them had tied his scarf around his head like he was attempting to channel Optimus Prime. the second it hit the canvas, half the pub thought a wasp had flown in and started swatting the air, me? I accidentally bought a round for the whole bar trying to high-five a stranger who looked just like my uncle Dave after he saw me shag his prized garden gnome in 2014. still got the scarf though, framed it next to the ticket stub — call it my "lightning rod of chaos" collection. 🤣