Fight Night.

Weekends are never a bore. Especially when it's fight night. The four of us did the usual and went out to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch it on the big screens. The meat lovers chow down on the wings, and I eat fried pickles with southwestern ranch. It doesn't get much better then that. Last night was just a weird night...when we arrived Hector saw that two fights were already posted on his phone. So he asked the waitress if they can turn the prelims on. One of the managers on duty came over and said that they don't start for another hour. So Hector repeated himself and said that two fights had already finished...of course the girl was snotty and asked, "well what channel is it on then?"...minutes later another manager came over and said it was being changed in a moment. Thank you, and please get with the program.

Then it got better and we had a new waitress helping us. Which is completely fine, but only when they know that they are serving you. Ten minutes later still no service. All night it was just so funny. We didn't get half the things we asked for and we had just about everyone else in the restaurant serving us but our poor lady. Tough luck. On with the fight. Rousey and Mcmann weren't even in their first thirty seconds and Rousey took her ninth belt. 9-0. That crazy monster. Fight nights are pretty great when they are with my three amigos.