Tim Sylvia before fighting Randy Couture in UFC 68: "Randy's 43, I'm 30. I'm in my prime; he's out of his prime… Randy's track record with heavyweights isn't very good, and his track record with strikers isn't very good, either, and I'm the best of both."

Then Tim got punched in the face and knocked down in the first ten seconds of the fight. You can watch that here, but by popular demand, I hereby give you round three of the five-round decision that Couture ended up winning.

This reminds me of that time a little Asian woman bumped into me walking the other way in a subway station. You would not believe the dirty look I gave her. She didn't turn around, but man… I was SO ready to fight her.

And also: 43 years old?!?! If I live to be 43 the only 280-pounder I'll be punching will be my wife. Hey-o!

UPDATE: Well, ain't that some bullshit. Sorry about the video. Take my word for it, though: there was much punching. 

“UFC Light Heavyweight Champion Chuck Liddell’s incoherent appearance on the AM TV Talk Show ‘Good Morning Texas,’ was attributed to illness commented both Liddell and his longtime trainer John Hackleman to The Fight Network this afternoon.

‘I am sick and rundown and need to get back to training,’ Liddell emailed me this afternoon. Trainer Hackleman says Liddell has a sinus infection and took the sleep medication Nyquil at 4 AM to try and get rest.”

Gah, that's just uncomfortable as all hell to watch. However, 300 is going to kick ridiculous amounts of ass, and Chuck Liddell beat the shit out of the guy who's fucking Jenna Jameson in his free time, so I think he gets a pass. Which is why you need to see the douchebag host call out Liddell after the fact.

Seriously, watch that linked video, and tell me it's a good idea to be a balding gap-toothed dipshit making fun of a man with a mohawk and a Fu Manchu. Who kicks ass for a living. I hope Liddell comes back on the show to tear that guy's heart out with his bare hand. And if he's doped up on NyQuil at the time, even better.

(From UFC Mania via SbB) 

I understand that most of you reading this blog are complete badasses, or at least badasses-in-training. That's why I like to deliver the occasional PSA on badassery.

Today's lesson involves muay thai kickboxing. In this instructional video, I'd advise that you strive to be the gentleman kicking his opponent in the leg 42 times, rather than the guy who probably couldn't walk for three weeks after the fight. 

(Via My Muay Thai) 

Last night's UFC Spike TV special did not disappoint. Sean Salmon (9-2) got knocked the FUCK out by a Rashad Evans (15-0) kick to the jaw. Sounds pretty awesome. I wish there were video of it.

Oh wait…

That. Was. AWESOME. I love that Evans got the extra punch to the face of an unconscious guy before the ref broke it up.

p.s. For all you soft-hearted pansies out there, Salmon is expected to be fine. Not that he deserves to live. "If he dies… he dies."

If I were about to get into a fistfight with a 6'4", 263-pound dude from Eastern Europe, there isn't a chance in hell I'd act as cool as Georges Laraques. Of course, Georges Laraques (French for "The… rock") is a 6'3", 243-pound black man, so that's probably why. In this kind of scrap I'd rather be black than have the extra 20 pounds.

(Am I allowed to say that? Have scientists proven that black people are empirically tougher than white people yet? They need to get on that. That, and the cure for cancer. Time magazine said that shit was gonna be ready in the '80s or something. And I still don't see any fucking flying cars. What the hell do they do all day? Do tequila shots out of beakers?)

Oh, right. The hockey fight. It's pretty cool.

Thanks to Mister Irrelevant for the great find.

UPDATE: D.C. Sports Bog had a terrific interview with Laraques about this fight.

SITE NEWS-Y STUFF: I may get kind of a late start tomorrow morning. I'm meeting up with some other sportswriters and bloggers from around the Internet, and I don't anticipate the earliest of starts tomorrow [makes "glug-glug" motion]. In the meantime, you may have noticed the new banner for Busted Play — it's a new-ish blog, and it's really quite good. You should check it out, and I'm not just saying that because they're advertising here.

I really feel like it's my patriotic duty to give this video to the world as soon as possible.

If you're unfamiliar with the persona that Kissing Suzy Kolber has created for Rex Grossman, you should familiarize yourself with their series of posts that imagine the Bears QB as loving two things only: the deep ball and pussy (I've included links below to a series of Rexisms). And here he is, in video montage form, set to the invigorating tune of "RexyBack."

F–k it. I'm Throwing Downfield.

Rexstacy Wants to Fulfill Your Fantasies

Rachel Nichols, I'll Let You Inside My Brain If You Let Me Inside Your Hanes Her Ways