At about 10 o'clock on Saturday night the depression started to settle in. If UFC 151 was still on, I told myself, the main event would probably be just about to start.
"So this is life without MMA," I thought. This is what happens when the UFC leaves us to our own devices on a Saturday night.
Of course, things could have been so much worse. Instead of being stuck at home with no MMA to watch, I could have been stuck in Las Vegas. Several people I'd talked to actually were.