A few observations from UFC 137: “Penn vs. Diaz”:

-Bart Palaszewski’s destruction of Tyson Griffin wasn’t just a win for himself, it was a win for the Illinois Woodchucks. Because, you know, the IFL. Heh.

-Don Cerrone dominated Dennis Siver so badly, Siver must now act as Cerrone’s manservant, and do things like fetch him his pipe and slippers after dinner.

-Remember when Brandon Vera was a heavyweight knockout machine and complete badass? Yeah, me neither.

-In the grand tradition of his countrymen, Shooto and Sengoku champ Hatsu Hioki came to the UFC, went to war, and failed to impress. But hey, he didn’t lose. That’s something, right?

-Color me surprised, but Jeff Curran actually did pretty well. His jiu-jitsu was crafty as hell, especially from the bottom, and when he stood and threw leather, he did it with confidence.

-Please, Mirko CroCop. Be retired. You’ve had a great career, and nowadays it just hurts to see you fight.

-It was gratifying to see Cheick Kongo blast Matt Mitrione. Too bad it was for only one round, and the two prior rounds were sucky.

-*Said in my best Morpheus voice* “He’s stood in front of everyone from KJ Noons to Paul Daley to BJ Penn, and out-struck them all. Now do you believe he’s the One, Trinity?” Yeah, Nick Diaz is the One.