Well, howdy there, y’all! Let’s chew the fat about this fella, Sean Strickland, and his whatchamacallit, black belt. Now, I ain’t no fancy fight expert or nothin’, but I can tell ya a thing or two I heard.
Sean Strickland, the UFC fighter. This here Sean, he’s a fighter, you know, the kind that punches and wrestles. Folks say he’s a middleweight champion, whatever that means. Sounds important, I reckon. He goes by “Tarzan” sometimes, which is kinda funny, ’cause I ain’t never seen him swingin’ from no trees. But hey, to each their own, I always say.
Now, this black belt thing, it’s a big deal in them fightin’ circles. It’s somethin’ they give ya when you get real good at that… Jiu-Jitsu stuff. Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? It’s like wrestlin’, but on the ground, all tangled up like a mess of snakes. This Sean fella, he spent ten long years learnin’ it, ten whole years! Can you imagine? That’s like raisin’ a whole passel of grandkids.
- Ten years of hard work. That’s a long time, even for bakin’ a good apple pie.
- Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu black belt. Sounds fancy, but all I see is a piece of cloth.
- UFC middleweight champion. Means he’s a tough cookie, I guess.
So, after all that work, you’d think he’d be proud as a peacock, right? Well, hold your horses, ’cause that’s where it gets interestin’. This Sean, he goes and throws that hard-earned black belt right in the trash! Can you believe it? Just chucked it away like an old pair of socks. Folks were sayin’ he did it on some kinda TV show, UFC 296 they called it. Said somethin’ about not likin’ that Jiu-Jitsu no more. Goes to show, you can’t always figure out what these young’uns are thinkin’.
Now, I ain’t one to judge, but it seems like a waste to me. Ten years is a long time to spend on somethin’ just to toss it aside. It’s like spendin’ all day cookin’ a big ol’ dinner and then feedin’ it to the hogs. Makes no sense, if you ask me. But then again, I ain’t a fighter, just an old woman who’s seen a thing or two.
Sean Strickland ain’t just a Jiu-Jitsu fella, though. He’s known for his punchin’, too. They say he don’t use that ground fightin’ much, even though he’s good at it. Prefers to stand up and throw punches, like a good ol’ fashioned brawl. Reminds me of them bar fights they used to have down at the saloon back in the day. Course, I ain’t never been in one myself, but I heard tell of ‘em.
He was born in 1991, this Sean fella. Makes him a youngster, in my book. I reckon he’s got a lot of fightin’ left in him, black belt or no black belt. And from what I hear, he ain’t afraid to speak his mind neither. Posted somethin’ on that internet thingamajig, Twitter they call it, about how he feels about Jiu-Jitsu. Said he ain’t a fan, even though he spent all that time learnin’ it. Seems like a contradiction to me, but like I said, these young folks are hard to understand sometimes.
Why all the fuss about the black belt? Well, see, in that boxin’ world, they don’t have no black belts. It’s just punchin’, plain and simple. So, this black belt, it’s somethin’ special, somethin’ you earn. It shows you put in the time, the sweat, the effort. But for Sean, it seems like it didn’t mean much in the end. Maybe he just likes punchin’ better. Maybe he just got tired of all that rollin’ around on the ground. Who knows?
Anyway, that’s the gist of it, as far as I can tell. Sean Strickland, the punchin’ fella who got himself a black belt and then threw it away. He’s a tough one, that’s for sure. Whether he likes that Jiu-Jitsu stuff or not, he’s still a champion. And that’s somethin’ to be proud of, I reckon. Even if he does go around throwin’ perfectly good belts in the trash. Young folks, I tell ya, they’ll be the death of me yet.
So, if you ever hear someone talkin’ about Sean Strickland and his black belt, you’ll know the story. Ten years of work, three seconds in the trash. Makes you think, don’t it? About what’s important, about what we value, and about how a piece of cloth can cause so much commotion. But that’s life, I guess. Full of surprises, just like a good ol’ country road.
