Not that I was ever going to win this battle.
Long-time Confessors are aware that I don't like Fight Night. You can search for past articles where I go into detail, but to summarize:
(1) There's enough violence in the world between strangers without The Ticket promoting it.
(2) Although it hasn't happened to date, some terrible things can happen when amateurs start hitting each other -- rather, start getting hit. Sometimes hard. A death or very serious injury in the ring, while unlikely, is by no means impossible. A tragedy for the victim, and a tragedy for The Ticket.
And by the way -- Laurence Cole is not universally admired as a referee, as proud as The Ticket seems to be of having secured his services. Laurence Cole is an Idiot; The Laurence Cole Awards
(3) It's not a great broadcast. Multiple voices talking at once, each of them hollering "OHHhhhh" when someone gets hit. Blow-by-blow guy providing inexpert narration (Norm's the best). Pathetic post-fight interviews (Jake's oration following his definitive reduction of Mike from Palookaville a notable exception).
So my objections are part weenielike, and part aesthetic.
The only good thing about it is getting to hear the magnificent Rich Phillips announcing.
But it's here to stay, at least until my Cassandra-like warnings come true.
I do tune in some years, kind of like not turning away from a train wreck. But might be tuning into the Cowboys game.
Redhead potentially NSFW, so you'll have to scroll down . . .
