I think about the sound that it made when Heath Herring punched my brother in the face. I could hear it clearly from 60 rows up at the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas. That was Brad’s last fight in the UFC, over four years ago.
Lost but not forgotten. Just like riding a bicycle, fighting is something that if embraced and learned is never truly lost. Timing may go in and out like an old Accord, but the instinct and gameness are forever there.