You were too soft for the brutality of the UFC fighting. Match after match, you watched Jason climb in the ring—because it was what he wanted to do. That was where his heart was. In the busted noses and cauliflower ears, broken teeth and shredded lips and swollen eyes.

After a 10-round match, he barely pulled off the win. Staggering from the ring, crowd roaring, you rushed to him. “Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?” Cracking a smile, he chuckled through a half swollen face. “Told ya I’d win.”