It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. OK, actually it was neither. To be specific, it was December 30th, 2011, or more accurately, this past Friday for any of you reading this upon publication, and in true Average Guy Poker Club fashion, it was a night nothing short of, well, just sit back and read;
Sometime around midweek, JD Deckard sends me a text about going out to Cocunut Bay in beautiful Murfreesboro, TN to watch UFC: Lesnar vs Overeem. Any of you that are familiar with AGP lore already know that JD has a full fledged man crush on Brock Lesnar, so the idea of possibly seeing his hero fall, again, and watching the ensuing near catastrophic breakdown in a public setting is already far too intriguing to miss, so I agree, and within minutes, aroundtheoctagon.com and MMA Monster Factory honcho, as well as my own personal fantasy football punching bag, Allen Sircy calls and says that he is going to be in Murfreesboro that night and wanted to know if I wanted to go watch the fight at Hooters with his dad and one of his friends, so I call JD and talk him in to redirecting the AGP swarm of myself, JD, Dan, Dan’s friend Mike, and my friend Mike (who will be referred to as Hutch from this point in to avoid confusion) to Hooters. A guy’s dream; beer, violence, food, and attractive, yet probably coked up waitresses on their off time in between stints at the local gentleman’s club.