As the world comes around to the fact that the heavyweight grand prix was actually never good, we pour out one for the GOAT.

We find ourselves in the peculiar position of being optimistically excited for a Fedor Emelianenko fight.

We get ready for Mr. Cobra Kai and the Karate Hottie to square off for the belt of a division that no longer exists. It's much more interesting than it sounds.

On the eve of Christmas Eve, our hero is visited by the ghost of shit opinions.