Monday, August 3, 2015
Ronda Rousey has the Internet in a submission hold right now. I cannot go anywhere to escape someone writing about her.
I guess now that I am writing about her too, I guess you can’t either.
While dodging every link I can about her, which is 1 out of every 6 in my Facebook news feed right now, I decided to click on a few. And after reading about the smack talking from her opponent, Correia, I learned about Rousey’s biological father committing suicide when she was a girl.
To make it short, Correia decided to say about Rousey, “I hope she doesn’t commit suicide.” after she loses her title and undefeated status.
Oh noooo Correia, nooooo…
Rousey channeled her anger over that statement into a moment, a knockout of Correia in 34 seconds, that has everyone commenting.
For me though, I can’t help but look at Rousey differently. Especially having a father who also committed suicide. Homicide-suicide to be exact.
She went on to become an amazing mixed martial artist, and I went into comedy, into therapy, into medication, and now into EMS.
Maybe I should’ve done it her way.
My friends and family would tell you that I’m too sweet and kind-hearted, and hurting anyone would go against my nature.
I’m not so sure. I think that after that first bout, that feeling of not only power, but peace, after releasing pent up anger that just can’t be talked out, I would feel great.
Now, let’s be realistic: I’m not in shape. I’m also not fast with the feet. So then maybe boxing could be my thing.
Then again, I like the way my nose looks. Actually, my whole face. What am I saying? I don’t have to tell you, you see the logo above.
Handsome as all get out, I know.
And then there’s that whole issue of immediately wanting to medically treat any injuries that I might inflict.
I guess it does go against my nature.
Maybe it’s time to purchase a punching bag.
And hope it doesn’t swing back and hit me in the face.