Filed under: UFC
There’s a decent chance that Brock Lesnar may not survive his “Ultimate Fighter” coaching stint. Come on, six weeks in Vegas, away from the sanctuary of his Minnesota compound? With cameras in his face for the better part of every day? All while hopeful young fighters pester him for something resembling guidance?
For the reclusive, misanthropic Lesnar we’ve come to know and be fascinated by, it sounds like a prison sentence. It sounds like the exact opposite of everything he claims to enjoy.
Instead of privacy, he gets constant attention. Instead of whitetail deer and a barber who knows just how he likes his crew-cut sculpted, he gets gas station slot machines and awkward gym time alongside his next opponent, Junior dos Santos.
If his head literally explodes on camera, I won’t be terribly surprised.