I am not gay! I can debate the merrits of the female form and all it's parts and pieces with the best of them.
But somehow I am addicted to watching ultimate fighting with adonis-esque men beating the living hell out of each other while wearing painted on banana hammocks barely canvasing their interior belongings.
It is the sign of the times when good old fashioned boxing can no longer generate decent ratings and this bloodfest of a sport is growing more popular. Heaven forbid a match of 12 rounds of the sweet science ending in a judges use of lead, rather lets make the gloves as small as mittens and find out who's brain will be exposed first. Damn it, I love it. I love the fact that in the same ring can be a man of 260lbs. fighting another man of 220lbs. completely insane weight class difference by normal fight sport standards, but not the UFC.