Jorge Masvidal vs. Nate Diaz is not the street fight we deserve, it’s the street fight we need
Let’s get whimsical. The experience of watching the first UFC exists on a scale that’s somewhere between the knuckle-and-elbow soothers thrown between Rowdy Roddy Piper and Keith David in ‘They Live’, and New York schoolteacher Annie Edson Taylor intentionally becoming the first person to survive a trip over Niagara Falls. The commentary booth that night in Denver, Colorado is literally introduced with a burp while the fights are thoroughly smothered in blood. It’s not quite true daredevilry. But what becomes abundantly clear, while Gerard Gordeau curbstomps Kevin Rosier’s liver, is that everyone involved treated safety like it belonged in the vanguard.
