We had another fight night at our house this past Saturday for the GSP vs. BJ Penn fight. We always have fight night, but this time we borrowed the Kieta's projector and our personal IT guy Devin brought over his sound system to hook us up - we wanted to feel like we were there in Vegas for this fight. Well the set up was awesome !! The food was amazing..thanks Lisette for the meatballs..and Jade and I made pigs in a blanket :) plus all the other goodies... we carried the Fullmers couch over and sat and watched the fights. Mason and his buddies came over after their fireside and watched with us..but the fights were a little disappointing...there were only 2 KO's, the rest were judges decisions..there wasn't a lot of blood ( this is a must for me ) and our man BJ Penn was knocked out but the french canadian Georges St. Pierre. We don't like him - #1 - he is French Canadian #2 he wears tight little shorts to fight in #3 I hate how he celebrates - he jumps around and hugs his guys...really - is that how a UFC title holder should act?!? I tell you NO - I am hoping he goes down next fight. So it was a great night and we really appreciated the Kietas letting us borrow the projector. Stevan now wants one (YAY) so I am sure he'll be saving up his pennies ...and we can watch ALL our sports on the BIG SCREEN.......now we just need Devin to upgrade his sound system and give us his old one............Lisette??!!! The kids were tuckered out but the end - they had a hard night running around, jumping on the trampoline and providing some live UFC action in the front room.
Stevan cleaning up before the crowd arrives - making room for the couches :)
Our IT guy Devin Merrill :) We love him.....
The boys are done - the finally gave up and went to sleep....
Monday, February 2, 2009
Fight Night
Posted by AZ Powells at 7:51 AM
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I thought the boys would be running around fighting...hahahaha. I am sorry BJ did not win...NOT
Jake would love to be a part of your family. No fight nights at our house, unless I'm not there of course. Oh well. Instead I let him ride his motorcycle hours to go to fights and risk his life more riding than if he were to actually fight himself. Can't wait til he rides his bike to a fight he fights in. Whew. Gotta get some life insurance on that boy. And you know he's telling Stevan to come fight with him in the mornings and the Y?
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