UFC Snore

UFC 130 is irrelevant.

None of the fights on the main card next week have any lasting impact on their respective divisions.

In the heavyweight division, there are two match-ups featuring guys who hardly have a puncher's chance of challenging for the belt.  Mir has looked blasé in his last two outings, first getting demolished by Carwin and then defeating Cro Cop in one of the most uninteresting fights in UFC heavyweight history.  Hopefully that non-contender Big Country will knock him out -- not that it matters much either way.

The other heavyweight fight only exists because it is a somewhat freakish spectacle: the 6'11" Struve faces the 6'7" Browne.  Other than the fact that they are stilt-walkers, who really cares about this fight?  Be ashamed if you are raising your hand.

Regardless of the outcomes of their fights, none of these four big boys deserve a place in the top 8 heavyweights in MMA.  Who are the top eight?  Cain, Werdum, Overeem, Carwin, JDS, Lesnar, Bigfoot, and Fedor -- perhaps not in that order.

More importantly, the headliner -- Rampage vs. Hamill -- is nothing more than stuffing in the light heavyweight turkey.  Rampage will probably beat Hamill.  What does that prove?  It proves what we already knew.  If Hamill upsets Rampage, what does that prove?  It proves that the unexpected sometimes happens in the octagon.  Jon Jones would make either of those guys look like huckleberries.  In fact, he already mercilessly battered Hamill.

In the light heavyweight division, Bones reigns supreme.  He's like a Kenyan marathoner who has broken away from the pack.  If they ever fight, he will spank Rashad as badly as he bludgeoned Shogun.  He might have trouble with Machida and has to stay away from a Rampage haymaker.  Other than that JBJ looks like a lock for the time being.

The remaining fights on the 130 card are even less interesting.  Stann will probably drop Santiago, which means the All American may one day get the opportunity to be embarrassed by Spider.  Alves will outmatch Story, which means diddly.  And Torres vs. Johnson zzzzzzzzzzzzzz... pardon my drool.

Did I mention that I'll be glued to the television nonetheless?  Yes, I am shameless.