Carlos the Destroyer
Let us stand back and appreciate Carlos Condit. For he is a great fighter. He deserves a world title shot. He is a psychopath. It takes at least a smidgen of mental illness to compete at the top levels of sport. A wise man once said, "you have to be smart enough to do it, and dumb enough to think it matters". That is Carlos Condit. It matters to him. You can see it in the skinny Mexican frame that's been built into a lithe sculpture of muscle and sinew. You can see it in the scraggly beard and the lack of bunny-bait tattoos. Carlos don't care. In part the fascination is because he's not the typical fighter/dunce. This ain't some redass rassler or hard life thug. He's almost a scion. The son of a white Democratic Party operative and a Latino mother. He fights because he wants to. He loves the sport. He loves competition. He loves to whip your ass. Condit's destruction of Marvin Kampmann was in total. And it wasn't just provi