Alright, so you wanna know who won that fight, the one with Paddy and that other fella, Ferguson? Yeah, I watched it. My grandson, he fiddled with that phone thingy and got it up on the big screen. Said it was a big deal, this “UFC” thing. Don’t know much about it myself, but I can tell ya what I saw.
Paddy, that young lad, he won. Yep, they kept sayin’ “unanimous decision.” Don’t ask me what that means exactly, but it sounded like everyone agreed he was the better fighter that night. He was all over Ferguson, that’s for sure. Like a dog on a bone, he was.
They said this was Paddy’s big win, his biggest yet. And I guess it was, seein’ as how they were makin’ such a fuss. He’s been gone for a year, they said, didn’t fight for a whole year. Maybe he was off milkin’ cows, who knows? But he came back strong, that Paddy did.
The fight was in Vegas, that fancy place. My grandson says it’s all lights and noise there. Never been myself. Too busy here, ya know? Gotta feed the chickens, tend the garden. But I saw a bit of that Vegas on the screen. Big crowds, everyone yellin’. Reminded me of the county fair, only louder and with more… punchin’.
- Paddy, he tried to finish it early. Got real close, too. But Ferguson, he’s a tough one. Hung in there like a tick on a dog’s ear. Wouldn’t give up, that one. But Paddy just kept on goin’.
- They wrestled a lot, grappled, they called it. Paddy was good at that. Kept Ferguson pinned down, like he was tryin’ to plant potatoes on him.
- And Paddy, he hit him too, of course. That’s what they do in this fightin’ thing, ain’t it? Punched him and kicked him. Not my cup of tea, all that violence, but I watched it anyway. For the grandson, ya know?
It was a long fight, went the whole distance, I think they said. Fifteen minutes or somethin’. Seemed like longer. My old bones started achin’ just watchin’ ‘em. But Paddy, he didn’t seem tired. Kept at it, kept pushin’. That’s how ya win, I guess. Gotta be stubborn, like a mule.
So yeah, Paddy won. Clear as day. Ferguson, he put up a fight, gotta give him that. But Paddy was just too much for him. Too strong, too fast, too… Paddy, I guess. He is younger I guess.
They say Paddy fought someone else too, after that. Some fella named Green. Beat him quick, they said. First round. Made a “statement,” apparently. These young fellas and their statements. Back in my day, a statement was tellin’ the sheriff who stole your chickens. But I guess times change.
So that’s the story, as best as I can tell it. Paddy won against Ferguson. Big win for him, they say. He’s gonna be a big star, maybe. Good for him. As long as he doesn’t forget where he comes from. And as long as he stays away from my chickens. Those are mine, and I ain’t afraid to use this here broom, UFC or no UFC.
Anyway, that’s all I got to say about it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. All this talk about fightin’ has made me hungry. And hungry ain’t a good thing, let me tell ya. Makes you grumpy, like a bear with a sore paw.
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