Rousey Will Never Fight a Man ; Aaron Hernandez All Smiles

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Ronda Rousey is never going to fight a man, so please STOP

By Kevin Iole

Cagewriter
An online sports book set odds at 25-1 that Ronda Rousey would fight a man in a UFC sanctioned event by Dec. 31, 2016. Bovada could have set the number at 100 million to 1, because it’s never going to happen.

Not now.

Not ever.

It’s beyond ridiculous and is highly disrespectful to Rousey, the wonderfully talented UFC women’s bantamweight champion. What Rousey is doing is remarkable, and should be celebrated. She’s 11-0 with 11 finishes and has won her last two fights in a combined 30 seconds.

It’s one of the most dominant runs in sports history by any athlete in any sport, male or female.

Three times in UFC history have there been championship fights between two unbeaten fighters. Rousey was involved in two of the three, and won those fights in a combined one minute, 20 seconds. She defeated Sara McMann, who was 7-0 entering their bout at UFC 170, in just 1:06. And then last week, she needed only 14 seconds to submit Cat Zingano in the main event of UFC 184.

Beating a fighter like Zingano in 14 seconds is kind of like Tiger Woods winning the 2000 U.S. Open by 15 shots. Or Secretariat winning the 1973 Belmont Stakes by 31 lengths. Or the Chicago Bears defeating the Washington Redskins 73-0 in the 1940 NFL Championship game.

This is an incredibly amazing run she’s on, one rarely seen in sports. It’s a disgrace that instead of celebrating Rousey’s historic accomplishments, we’re debating whether or not she could defeat men.

UFC analyst Joe Rogan unintentionally got the controversy rolling when he said during an appearance on The Dan LeBatard Show on Feb. 26 that Rousey could beat 50 percent of the male bantamweights in the UFC.

He said it as a means to try to express Rousey’s greatness, because it’s easy to run out of superlatives to describe what she’s doing. He wasn’t suggesting she would, or should, fight a man.

At one point before her fight with Zingano, UFC president Dana White joked he might have to make Rousey fight men if she beat Zingano easily. Again, White wasn’t suggesting that was his plan. He was simply pointing out how dominant she’d been.

But that didn’t stop UFC flyweight contender Ian McCall from speaking out about it. McCall took Rogan’s comments completely seriously and said that Rousey wouldn’t defeat a good male mixed martial arts fighter. He went on to say he’d throw Rousey, a bronze medalist in the 2008 Beijing Olympics.

A good man will not lose to Ronda Rousey. I could put a judo gi on, [she’s] an Olympian. You’re not throwing me. It’s not going to happen. I will throw you on your head. Pretty simple. And you weigh more than me. I can’t compartmentalize it. It doesn’t make sense to me. I know it’s all talk. They compare her to [former heavyweight boxer Mike] Tyson. She’s dangerous, she’s good. I get it, but it’s just silly.

McCall completely missed the point and made himself look incredibly small in the process. Rousey is enormously popular and is growing the fan base. People like to witness greatness and what Rousey is doing is not only great for herself, but for all of her peers, male and female.

McCall’s words are incredibly demeaning to one of the greatest female athletes in the world. And, of course, he missed the bigger picture because she’s only going to grow the sport and make fighters like him more money.

Rousey’s mother, the 1984 world judo champion AnnMaria De Mars, was right on the money on Saturday following her daughter’s win over Zingano when she blasted the notion of her daughter facing a man.

“That’s a stupid idea,” De Mars said. “Seriously, that’s a stupid idea. I’m as much a feminist as anyone but the fact is that biologically, there’s a difference between men and women. Hello. Duh. A woman who is 135 pounds and a man who is 135 pounds are not physically equal.”

It’s sad she even had to say that because in some ways, it takes attention away from what Rousey has done in the Octagon and focuses attention on something that is utterly ridiculous.

This needs to stop, and now.

Ronda Rousey is one of the most incredible athletes in the world, as well as the most popular in the UFC.

All the talk of her fighting men does is detract from her extraordinary accomplishments in the cage.

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Aaron Hernandez, upbeat murder defendant
By Dan Wetzel

Yahoo Sports
FALL RIVER, Mass. – Aaron Hernandez, bright-eyed and sharply dressed, came bouncing into the fifth-floor courtroom here Wednesday, just before 9 a.m., wearing a soft smile, like he does almost every morning of his now 6-week-old murder trial.

He was confronted with an empty front row of seats. The realization that not one family member or friend came to support him (the second time it’s happened this week alone) didn’t outwardly faze him, though. His expression never changed as he instead locked eyes on the small cluster of media and offered a welcoming grin, a nod of hello and a “good morning.”
He remained engaged, upbeat and active across another day of plodding, powder dry testimony – finger-print analysis, tire-tread-mark comparison and mitochondrial DNA defining.

At the end of hours of evidence piling up against him, he stood casually and shared a big back slap with one of his attorneys, James Sultan, as he strolled out (albeit under the escort of multiple court officers) with a carefree step.

Almost everyone else here – lawyers, jurists, court employees – look exhausted. Jury selection started way back in early January and there is no end to the trial in sight. Worse, these are the dull, churning days of a murder case, a long way from Hollywood fireworks.

Yet there each day is Hernandez, his hair cut high and tight, looking clean and fit in a nice suit. He sports no bags of sleeplessness under his eyes. There is no hint of nerves in his demeanor. He looks cheerful and content, eager for what’s to come.

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He was probably never the type to brood and cry all day, although some men fighting for their freedom or coming to the realizations of their wickedness do just that.

Yet who foresaw this? Aaron Hernandez, the upbeat murder defendant.

He barely reacts even when the prosecution alleges awful things about him: that he orchestrated the violent murder of his buddy Odin Lloyd in the middle of the night behind an industrial park. Or when they bring up the time he allegedly shot another friend, Alexander Bradley, right between the eyes and then left him to die on the side of a Florida road because he was too cheap to properly split a bar tab at a strip club.

No anger at the accusation. No head shaking for the jury. No disgust at what’s being said.

Hold up the sweatshirt Lloyd wore when he was murdered, the one riddled with 11 bullet holes (as was dramatically done Wednesday), and Hernandez just looks on pleasantly, outwardly unmoved.

Who the heck knows what’s running through his mind?

He’s 25 years old and once seemingly had it all – fame, money, friends, family. He spent his final days of freedom drinking, smoking pot, hitting up night clubs and hanging out in the man cave he built in the basement of his Massachusetts’ McMansion, complete with theater room, bar and New England Patriots-logoed pool table.

Then in an instant it was over, a life lived at warp speed traded for protective custody at the Bristol Country House of Corrections, where he spends 21 hours a day isolated in a 10-by-7 foot cell with a bunk, a toilet, a metal desk and no electronics of any kind.

He even adjusted to that strangely well, showing no signs of distress when he was first jailed in June of 2013.

“Others would perhaps be devastated, withdrawn, have very difficult times,” Bristol County Sheriff Thomas Hodgson told the Washington Post at the time. Hernandez “didn’t seem at all nervous, which surprised me a little bit.”

Well, nothing seems to have changed.

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He’s facing life in prison for orchestrating the 2013 murder of Lloyd, and the case isn’t exactly rolling in his favor. And even if he somehow beats this rap, prosecutors up in Boston are waiting to try him for two homicides in a 2012 drive-by outside a South End nightclub they say started because someone spilled a drink on him. That case appears even stronger than this one.

Aside from a minor victory on Wednesday keeping a prior incident out of this trial, not much else is going well. His high-profile legal team is almost assuredly going to test the depths of his monetary reserves from his NFL days.

His girlfriend Shayanna Jenkins – the mother of his young daughter – apparently is sticking with him, but he is charged with murdering her own sister’s boyfriend and Jenkins has an immunity deal on the table from the Commonwealth to testify against him. Besides, she only comes to court sometimes; he always mouths, “I love you” to her.

You’d expect some anguish or at least a hint of hopelessness, or nervousness, or something.

Not for Hernandez apparently. On Tuesday morning, when an aunt and uncle came, he chatted them up during breaks, casually asking about other relatives, telling them to send his best, like this was just a family picnic or something.
Maybe it’s a sign of being a sociopath. Maybe this is the personality needed to live a double life of alleged killer and football star.

Maybe it’s just that after 20 months of what is essentially solitary confinement, anything – literally anything – seems fun.

After all, he gets out of his cell, takes a round-trip ride into this old mill town, steals a few gulps of fresh air and then spends the day surrounded by bright lights and other people. There is lively dialogue, lawyers who share notes and strategy with him, the vision of females and the possibility that someone, anyone, might smile back at him. There is civility.

Then there’s lunch. The court pays $4.60 per meal for a subcontractor to deliver something to eat to the generally 40 or so people on trial or dealing with arraignment each day. Each meal features six ounces of off-brand cola and a seven-inch sub of bologna, ham, tuna or chicken salad.

That’s it. It’s pretty bleak unless you’re used to jail food or perhaps understand you are facing a lifetime of whatever a prison kitchen is going to concoct. Court officers said Hernandez is enthusiastic about lunch.

Which sandwich does he like most?

“He loves all of them,” one said.

Of course he does. He seems to be enjoying everything.

Hours of brutally boring testimony that, say, painstakingly matches cell phone calls with cell phone towers? The slow realization that you kicked away a dream life and young family just so you could play street punk? Not being able to avoid the vision of your victim’s heartbroken family, sobbing in pain? A prosecution labeling you the scum of the earth as they tighten the evidential noose in an effort to send you away for ever and ever?

Hey, no need to sulk; bring on tomorrow, another apparently bright, exciting day starring Aaron Hernandez in his very own murder trial.

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