Filed under: Strikeforce
For the old school MMA fans, there’s something about the one-night tournament that we can’t resist. It’s the siren’s song of nostalgia, I suppose. We hear it and immediately go sailing off into the rocky cliffs, even though we really should know better by now.
I’m just as bad as anyone else in this regard. I hear about a night that begins with several fighters and ends with one champion, and suddenly I feel like it’s 1996 and I should be going over to a friend’s house to watch it on VHS while we figure out how to sneak a beer or two out of the fridge without his parents noticing.
That’s not to say I necessarily think that either the one-night tournament or the surreptitious underage drinking (smart parents count those beers, as it turns out) are a good idea. But as I expect Friday night’s women’s 135-pound Strikeforce tournament will prove, every once in a while we need to be reminded why some things in the past didn’t make it into the present.