Knee bar? Early in the first round of my bout with Aron Lofton on Saturday night I found myself semi-comfortably holding half guard from my right hip. My left knee was up to block his right shoulder from dropping shots to my nugget.
The crowd, comprised of 1,497 screaming “Poster Boy” fans, was poised to see their hero inflict damage. I had actually envisioned the fight this way before hand. I rather enjoy a good beating and it helps get me going. But instead of plastering my face with leather, he did what I and most of the crowd least expected him to.
Crafty little devil! You always hear MMA compared to chess. It only looks like chess to the observers. You see, the men involved in the battle are the pieces, and we can’t always foresee or feel the next attack. Apparently, this is what separates the elite from the aspiring.