It takes a big man to admit he is wrong. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at the first man. My point? I don't have one. I just realized while watching UFC 118 last night that I didn't make a living getting punched in the face.

Life is good.

Another clue to my whereabouts: I am living La Vida Loca. Maybe not as "loca" as Ricky Martin would but still...