December, 2018

By In Social Media

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animals

Let’s take a stroll with the ghosts of Jon Jones’ past, starting all the way back in 2016. “Bones” had just recently torpedoed the blockbuster UFC 200 event by getting flagged for an anti-doping violation three days out from fight night. He was pulled from the card and suspended for a year. His glorious technical knockout return a year later was scratched into a no-contest after he tested positive again. Especially considering the various other genres of Jones’ shenanigans, it’s no wonder why UFC President Dana White said he would “never take the risk of headlining a show withJon Jones again.”

Yet here we are, less than a week away from Jones’ latest main event, and another last-minute drug fog has emerged. This time, instead of pulling Jones from the card, the card is being pulled from its original venue so Jones can stay on board. Farewell Las Vegas, hello Inglewood, California. A lot can change in two years…

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Some Things I Wrote in 2018

So there were like, at least three years crammed into 2018, right? Remember the winter Olympics? Or when Black Panther was in theaters? Those happened this year. I know. Though 2018 seemed indifferent to the linearity of time, here we are at another end of the calendar. The future arrives with or without our consent, and sometimes, without our conscious awareness.

I can’t lie; this was an up-and-down year of writing for me. I wrote a lot more than I have in recent years, though a lot of what I wrote never ended up anywhere. I published in a couple of cool new places, but also had a story accepted by one of my favorite publications only to be killed a week later. (Said publication still paid me a kill fee, which was nice of them).

Perhaps most importantly, I made the conscious decision to focus on nonfiction moving forward, as it became unavoidably obvious that my fiction just isn’t very good. That alone was a tough realization to come to, but a liberating one as well. Like I said: mixed bag, this year.

Still, I consider myself lucky that people spend any of their finite time on Earth reading my work, and I try to keep that in mind through the ups and downs. Here are 15 (!) things I wrote this year that I’m most proud of, for one reason or another:

North Korea’s Olympic Delegation to South Korea is a Huge Deal
Vice Sports, January

In the run-up to the Pyeongchang Olympics, I talked to a North Korean escapee about what it meant to see the country of his birth compete in his new country of residence. In an offhand comment, he mentioned that while he served in the North Korean army, his superiors told him the 1988 Seoul Olympics actually happened in Tokyo. In 2018, the Kim regime publicly sent athletes and high-level diplomats to the Games. A lot can change in 30 years.

The Main Event
Left Hooks Magazine, January

I went to a regional MMA promotion in Seoul, and the fights became a meditation on my life as an expat. The action in the cage mirrored the oddities and challenges of being a foreigner abroad. The full version of this essay was also published in the 40th anniversary issue of Bamboo Ridge literary journal. I read a few passages from it at the book launch.

Lessons from the Hawaii Missile Crisis
Summit Magazine, January

Usually, living in Seoul means that people back home are worried about me whenever North Korean threats become especially bombastic. But earlier this year the roles reversed, as my friends and family back home spent 38 minutes believing a ballistic missile was inbound. The episode was cause for reflection. For 38 minutes, Americans felt what it’s always like to live in either of the Koreas. 

The Cathartic Zen of the Cowboy
Sherdog, February

Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone is one of the most interesting and enigmatic personalities in all of combat sports. I explored just what it is about him that makes him such an endearing figure. Beyond being a busy and exciting fighter, his yawning sense of ambition and desire to spend his life joyfully is particularly resonant with fans. 

More Than A Fight
Sherdog, March

Ever since Colin Kaepernick made people mad by saying police shouldn’t murder black kids, the “stick to sports” sentiment has come back into fashion. The phrase is silly and self-defeating; sports and politics are inseparable. I look at how money is used to corrupt in MMA, focusing on Chechen warlord Ramzan Kadyrov. The final sentence is one of my favorite closing lines I wrote this year.

Every Crazy Thing Leading Up to the Cursed UFC 223 Event
Vice Sports, April 

Conor McGregor hadn’t defended his title in a year and a half, and there were two contenders that were clearly a cut above everyone else. So those guys fight and a champion is crowned — simple, right? If only that were the case. Even in a sport as insane as MMA, the lead-up to UFC 223 was one of the most acutely ridiculous weeks ever.

What It Means to Make A Mistake
Sherdog, June

 There are always unsavory characters in sports, specifically in combat sports. But when Greg Hardy — unrepentant domestic abuser and overall villainous ghoul — started to get a big promotional push by the UFC, I thought it necessary to explain that not only was the decision to sign him gross, it also violated the very ethos that makes fighting virtuous. Also one of my favorite closing lines of the year.

Stay Weird, MMA
Sherdog, July

Fighting is an undeniably strange sport. It’s barbaric yet technical, morally indefensible and absolutely exhilarating. As the UFC continues to do all it can to make MMA mainstream, I took some time to look back on its seedy, back-alley roots, focusing on a regional fight that was absurd and hilarious and, in a distinctly MMA way, beautiful.

The Ultimate Goal: Sports Diplomacy and Inter-Korean Peace
CGTN, July

During the winter Olympics, I went on CGTN news to discuss the inter-Korean geopolitics of the Games. Here, I expanded on my interviews in writing, taking a historical look at how South Korea has used sports for successful diplomacy in the past, and why the attempt to do so with North Korea this year may possibly yield different results than previous efforts.

The Daddest Man On the Planet
Sherdog, July

Daniel Cormier, the asterisked light heavyweight champion, won the heavyweight title, earning him the title of “The Baddest Man On the Planet.” It was an incredible moment for a man who tucks his shirts into his sweatpants. Here, I take a look at his life story — including the murder of his father and the tragic death of his daughter — to understand why fatherhood is so central to who he is as a fighter and a person.

Score One For the Good Guys
Sherdog, July

Truth be told, I had forgotten about this piece until I started sifting through my columns this year to compile this “best of” list. This is a fun one, though. It contrasts the allure of the “bad guy” trope in combat sports with the impossible innocence of Sage Northcutt, the golden retriever of professional fighting.

Breakin’ da Mold
Summit Magazine, August

Before the internet or MTV existed, hip-hop traveled 5000 miles from its New York birthplace to the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I traced the story of how hip-hop went to Hawaii, and how Hawaii went hip-hop. This essay was, by a wide margin, the most laborious thing I wrote this year. It took nearly 18 months of interviews and research and revision to come together, but I’ve wanted to tell this story for a long time, so I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to do so.

Joint Resolution
The Classical, August

Moments into his rematch with Demetrious Johnson — possibly the most dominant champion in the history of the sport — Henry Cejudo rolled his ankle. Twice. In his first fight against Johnson, Cejudo had perfectly healthy ankles and he got destroyed within a round. This time, in spite of his flimsy ligaments, he managed to pull off the biggest upset of the year. Here, I look at Cejudo as a fighter and person by ruminating on the importance of ankles.

We Are Who You Thought We Were
Sherdog, October

Perhaps the biggest MMA story of the year was the post-fight brawl between Conor McGregor and Khabib Nurmagomedov. Khabib had just trounced the biggest star in the sport, but that wasn’t enough: he leaped out of the cage and started attacking the Irishman’s team. A lot of performative outrage in the MMA community took place in the ensuing days, but lost in the noise of it all was the fact that most casual observers of the sport were more shocked by the brutal, bloody bout that happened right before. Regular face-punching fans didn’t even think twice about that bout, so commonplace is that genre of donnybrook. It was a reminder that MMA how it actually is, without any extracurricular shenanigans, is still an off-putting and questionable sport.

Just A Moment
Sherdog, November

Chan Sung Jung, aka “The Korean Zombie,” had fought a hell of a fight against the flashy, youthful up-and-comer Yair Rodriguez, and was up on the scorecards after four rounds. The fifth round was more of the same, and Jung was a lock to win the decision. Then, at the 4:59 mark of the final round, only one second left, Rodriguez pulled off the most spectacular knockout of the year, reminding us that the instantaneity of MMA makes it genuinely special.


That’s a wrap for 2018, everyone. Words can’t express how grateful I am for everyone who reads my stuff, especially those of you who hit me up through the site. It’s always a surprise, and almost always a pleasant one. Here’s to bigger and better things in 2019!

PS: I also did this last year and the year before, if you’d care to take a look.


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Ragin’ With the Best of Them

…Suffice to say, Lee looked like a lock to win the rematch at UFC on Fox 31 on Saturday in Milwaukee. He was on an upward swing and was steadily growing into his peak fighting years. Iaquinta had ups and downs and doldrums between. Lee was busier and more successful against better opposition; Iaquinta’s best win was hard to call a win. Lee looked like a future champion; Iaquinta looked like a future full-time real estate agent.

Yet here we are, the Monday after the fight, pleasantly reminded that “Ragin’ Al” is still a force in the deepest division in the sport. He fought through adversity and definitively took the two championship rounds to cinch his second unanimous decision win over the highly touted Lee. It wasn’t long ago that Iaquinta’s entertainment value began and ended at cussing out the UFC on Twitter. Now, he’s back in the title picture after a gutsy performance.

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Don’t Sweat the Technique

…It was a clinic, a dissection, a deconstruction. The guy who everyone agreed was the most dangerous challenger in the division — possibly any division — was brutally dismissed to a definitively lesser tier. This wasn’t checkers to chess; Ortega was looking through a glass-bottom boat while Holloway was scuba diving. There are fathoms to this shit…

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Age Is Much More Than A Number

It has been a busy time in the world of combat sports. A week after Chuck Liddell and Tito Ortiz tried to revive their dead rivalry, Tyson Fury came back from the grave in the 12th round of his heavyweight title fight against Deontay Wilder, setting a new world record for resurrection turnaround time. While Wilder-Fury is rightly being hailed as a classic, the Liddell-Ortiz trilogy fight was much-maligned — and for good reason. It was a ridiculous premise in the first place; it was only competitive by technical definition; and it was aesthetically gross. There were also negative sides to it.

The resounding conclusion of the farcical fracas seemed to be that age is more than just a number. Combat sports cannibalize the old, offering them as blood sacrifices to the gods of promotion and nostalgia, often in order to build faux hype for up-and-coming attractions. It was no surprise then that UFC President Dana White’s stern condemnation of the Liddell-Ortiz fight left MMA fans scratching their heads when a bout between Israel Adesanya and Anderson Silva was announced. Adesanya is an undefeated, 29-year-old kickboxing phenom; Silva is an aging G.O.A.T. who has one dubious win in six years. Don’t even get me started on the booking of another B.J. Penn fight.

At a point, it starts to become irresponsible to continue allowing older fighters to compete. Perhaps the only redeeming factor of the Liddell-Ortiz fight was that both men were old. The long-term and often delayed consequences of combat are serious, and those risks only compound after 40 years of living, especially when a significant portion of that time has been spent accruing brain trauma fighting professionally.

Life is never so simple, however. As is the case in most things, exceptions abound, and even though they are indeed exceptions, it’s only right to acknowledge them. Luckily, the last few weeks have given us plenty to acknowledge…

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