Believe it or not, this is me. Chris Brizzown circa 2003. It was a simpler time back then.....actually no, no it wasn't. I was one very confused and angry little man back in those days. The only thing crazier than the way I looked was the way I acted. At a whopping 123 pounds, I thought was was the meanest thing up in them streets. This was long before I learned anything about MMA and like many others, I actually believed size didn't matter and it was all in how mean you were. I hate to break it to all the folks out there but size definitely matters. Don't believe me?  Launch a chihuahua out of a cannon at a rhinoceros and see which one is still alive at the end of the exchange. Conor McGregor is definitely a better fighter than Brock Lesnar, but if you put the two of them in a cage, I love my boy Conor but my money definitely wouldn't be on him. I guess my point is, don't be this guy. Grow up gracefully. Learn from your mistakes. Cut that damn hair and take that crap out of your face before you turn 30. It's cute in your 20's. It's tragic in your 30's. In your 40's.....Let's not go there.

There is one exception....in your 70's it becomes awesome again.