By the time I found Darren Elkins backstage at Montreal’s Bell Centre, it was a little less than an hour before the UFC pay-per-view was set to start.
Elkins had already fought his fight, been seen by the doctor, changed into his street clothes, and was now standing around with a smile so big it almost distracted me from the large cut that snaked down his lumpy forehead.
That’s the good part about being in the first fight of the evening.