It was two days before UFC 200 was to commence and it was no surprise they decided to host their marquee event in their home town and fight capitol, Las Vegas. I was having a shitty night frankly until around 10PM when the doorman at Mandalay Bay blew his whistle, calling me up to the cab stand. As I approached the man standing there waiting for a taxi was immediately recognizable to me but I still had to do a double take to make sure I didn't confuse him for his brother. He climbed in and said, "take me to MGM please." I turned around and offered him my hand, "hey you're Nick Diaz, real pleasure having you in my cab sir!" He shook my hand and thanked me for not confusing him with his brother. "Do you know how many times people come up to me and say shit like, 'you're my favorite fighter' and then call me by my brothers name?" "I'll bet," I replied, "but I would never make that mistake. I've been watching you compete for a long time." "That's cool man, I appreciate that," he said.
I wasted no time. I told him I was from Bettendorf, certain he would know where that was, and how I knew the (current) Champion Robbie Lawler from HS. Of course I also had to tell him about the month that Lawler was training in Vegas and how he used to kick my ass, in NBA Live, before he slept on my couch every night. And of course I had to mention that I was there at Mandalay Bay the night he fought, and famously defeated, my friend in UFC 47. "That's cool man. Lawler's a good guy. Good fighter. Them Iowa boys train hard." "It's the wrestling," I said. "No doubt. You know," he added, "a lot of people are saying I should fight him again." "That would be one for the ages," I said.
All in all it was really cool to talk to Nick even if only for a few minutes. Despite what you might believe, he was a really sweet guy. And more importantly, a good tipper. The rest of my night was just fine after that. I don't get star struck, ever. But that was pretty cool. Little did I know what lay ahead...
I wasted no time. I told him I was from Bettendorf, certain he would know where that was, and how I knew the (current) Champion Robbie Lawler from HS. Of course I also had to tell him about the month that Lawler was training in Vegas and how he used to kick my ass, in NBA Live, before he slept on my couch every night. And of course I had to mention that I was there at Mandalay Bay the night he fought, and famously defeated, my friend in UFC 47. "That's cool man. Lawler's a good guy. Good fighter. Them Iowa boys train hard." "It's the wrestling," I said. "No doubt. You know," he added, "a lot of people are saying I should fight him again." "That would be one for the ages," I said.
All in all it was really cool to talk to Nick even if only for a few minutes. Despite what you might believe, he was a really sweet guy. And more importantly, a good tipper. The rest of my night was just fine after that. I don't get star struck, ever. But that was pretty cool. Little did I know what lay ahead...
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