Just returned from Bellator 226.
Sometimes my betting discipline saves me money. Other times it cost me. I refused to place any bets on the fights because I just wanted to enjoy them and not have to worry about what I was winning or losing.
The two bets I really wanted to make were Sanchez versus Claxton at near-evens and Campos at +250 against Strauss. (It was VERY obvious his body was shot in his first comeback fight, even if he knocked out the bum) Damn.
Speaking of missed opportunities, my fiancee and I made a beeline for cageside seats as soon as the main event was stopped and people started filing out. (Before the official decision was even read) RIGHT as I was getting down there, Jon Fitch was finishing up with a fan and was walking away. I decided not to yell at him, being respectful, but probably missed out a nice opportunity for a photo.
There was a skinny straw-haired surfer teen next to me, and he was the last person Fitch spoke to, shaking the fighter's hand and telling him how awesome he was and how big of a fan he was. As soon as Fitch leaves, he turns to me and asks "Hey man, who was that?"
Fun fact: I had no idea that it was Rampage who was starting shit. I literally thought it was some random super fat, out-of-shape black dude. This, despite knowing Rampage is good friends with Kongo and has trained with him for many years. That's how unrecognizable he was. I saw Tiki being a part of it, and figured the biggest clown in MMA history was the culprit.