I once had a nightmare that I was in a hot air balloon and Anderson Silva was in the heath beneath me, maybe two hundred feet below, and he started throwing knees, which--because he is not of this world--connected and put my nose through my skull and into my cerebral cortex. I think this was after his second trouncing of Rich Franklin. Fat Tire makes me dream some strange shit.
Posted by The Bunny at 11:17 PM