Recently I learned of the phenomenon called the UFC, or the Ultimate Fighting Championship for those not familiar with Americana (that includes Minnow).
It is a sport involving MMA, or Mixed Martial Arts (acronyms should be BANNED), and is rapidly replacing boxing as one of the most watched combat sports in the U.S. I only heard of it a week ago because – surprise, surprise – I don't have cable TV. A colorful character/foul-mouthed brainiac I met last Friday was the first to educate me about it. He is actually training to participate in this sport.
A few days ago I casually asked the alphas at work after a meeting. “Do you watch the UFC?”
"Sure!” They replied in sync. “Why?”
"Oh, no reason. I didn't know about it until recently, and I happen to know someone who is training for that.”
Suddenly, the dozen alphas around the table leaned forward, their eyes lit up. It was as if twelve disciples wanted Jesus to dole out his divine secret.
"What? Are you serious? Who is it? What's his name?”
At that moment I realized I have been living in outerspace, out of touch with the mass, because I do not have cable. That makes Minnow a Space Cadet, or Space Fish.
Either I should move away from the U.S. or get cable. I wrote Foul-Mouthed Brainiac afterwards.
Get cable. He wrote back. There are some shows that are better than 90% of the fiction out there.
Perhaps Minnow should dive deeper to avoid all fish.
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