Ronda Rousey obliterated yet another overwhelmed opponent at UFC 190. I can't say it's boring, because she's an exciting personality and a tremendous talent. But there's simply no suspense, unless it's whether I can hold my breath for the entire duration of any of her fights. So far, no problem.
I've decided to put on my matchmaker's hat, as at some point viewers could perhaps stop forking over the PPV dollars for events where they know what the inevitable outcome is going to be. I think I've come up with the perfect opponent.
Dr. Walter Palmer.
Hey, why not? It's about time Ronda took on a guy, and I can't think of anyone I'd like to see get pulverized more than the now infamous Minnesota dentist, who is, by the way, NOT a hunter. (If you have to pay several guides to do the actual hunting, and then have them shine a spotlight on the target, you're not really a hunter, you're just a schmuck.)
My guess is that Palmer won't be residing in the same income bracket he's grown ...