UFC 219 thoughts

Congrats to Cyborg for her win. It almost seems anti-climatic for those of us who always knew that she was the best female fighter on the planet, no matter what Dana White had to say about her. And massive respect for Holly Holm who showed such insane courage, toughness and ability in giving Cyborg one of her toughest challenges yet. Holly Holm is a Warrior. Not sure what happened with Condit. Don’t want to take away how well Neil Magny fought. He came in with superb strategy and execution. But Carlos Condit not putting together combinations the way he always has, not bring a war the way he always has, makes me think that something wasn’t right with him. And Khabib Nurmagomedov once again showed that he is a true Monster. He dominated a first class fighter and brought the Pain on levels that are still remarkable, even to those of us who have known for a long time how awesome this guy is. Respect for Barbosa for coming out every round and never backing down. That’s no small accomplishment against one of the nastiest fighters out there. All in all it was a pretty good card, highlighted by Nurmagomedov, Cyborg and Holly Holm’s incredible courage.
 
 
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