I Was Wrong

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I was wrong. Let me explain...

Friday night Dave and Gloria Powell and Brett and I went to Peru for the Colosseum Combat to watch Shawn Tague fight. He does cage fighting and I had already made up my mind that it was going to be terrible. I was expecting it to be in some backwoods barn where you had to know the secret knock just to get in the door. I anticipated the lowest of low lives and that it would be a night filled with horror. I was wrong.

I had decided long before the fight that this sport is wrong in every way. I made it out to be something that is no more than a glorified street brawl where angry and possibly psychotic men go to either beat someone up or be beaten up. I again was wrong.

I speculated that the only kind of people that could possibly enjoy watching this kind of violence probably fit into one or more of these categories; redneck, ex-con or mentally ill. For the third time, I was wrong.

I was prepared for the worst and instead it was not that bad, in fact, I actually enjoyed it. It was nothing like I expected it to be and I am so glad that I was a "big girl" about it and just went.

Shawn's fight was by far the highlight of the whole night. The first several fights were over in a matter of seconds, but Shawn's lasted almost 5 minutes. He ended up tapping out because the other guy had him in an arm bar, but he really was amazing. It was so great to see Shawn in his element. He had a peace about him that I have missed seeing and am grateful for. And little miss Cheri...she was right there at ring side cheering him on. I don't know how she did it. I would have climbed over the top after the first hit. She was so proud of him. It was a good night!!

I guess the lesson here is that things are not always what they seem and that sometimes you just have to step out of your comfort zone and give it a try. You might actually like it.

Hmmm.....I wonder if they have a women's cage fighting league?