Eugh … well the weekend hasn’t even officially even begun and I already feel like I’ve taken twenty Cung Le kicks directly to my stomach and head. Last night at the Irish Embassy was good fun, drank too much and I’m now paying the price. So far things have been relatively quiet … met lots of fighters down at the Marriott but they’re all in the middle of cutting weight so they’re pretty grumpy for the most part.
Today at 3pm is the weigh-ins, I’m heading out in about 30 minutes to meet up with Matthew Polly to check that out. As usual, any jackals at the weigh-ins, get in touch! I figure afterwards we’ll probably head out for some food or something like that.