TUF 3

So things started out ok Sunday. I was keeping busy and getting things done. Then I decided to take a short break and watch a few episodes of The Ultimate Fighter 3. Then I would go run and buy groceries. I don't know how much time passed but I watched a few discs of TUF3.
Mostly because I only had two discs. I wasn't even looking forward to this season. Bunch of whiners and wannabes. And Ken Shamrock makes me want to hurl. And Tito has skinny calves.
But the hook was set deep early. The middleweights are always buff and walking around in expensive jeans (where the fuck do these guys get the money for Seven jeans!?)
Highlight: Kristian Rothaermel (light heavy weight out of New Orleans with BA in English/Minor in Poetry (WTF!?)) starts quoting my favorite Robert Browning poem.

Even had you skill in speech (which I have not)
to make your will quite clear to such a one, and say:
"Just this or that in you disgusts me;
here you miss or there exceed the mark."
And if she let herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse
even then would be some stooping; and I choose never to stoop.

Of course, he got his head cut open by a flying knee and lost miserably to Michael Bisping. Who incidentally is British but could give a fuck about poetry.