I have explained my love for the MMA in earlier posts. I think today I realized why I have so much respect for the fighters. It's because, basically if you throw in titty twisting and pulling hair, my sister and I pretty much invented this whole sport.

It really is a chess game you end up playing. Keeping your head sharp while defending yourself against mind numbing blows. Your constantly thinking, "Does she care she'll get grounded if she hurts me?, Will they ground her if I die?", and then the stark fascination with, "I don't think she cares either way, this is how I die".

I'm pretty sure that's how they feel in the ring. I know I'll never forget the first time I ever hit my sister as hard as I could in the face. I hurled my clenched fist back and landed one clean smack on her jaw. She barely flinched. All I remember thinking is, "nooo you were supposed to fallll." She kicked my ass that day.

Rachel, if you're reading this, please don't hurt me.

Good times, my worthy opponent.