I got about as far as customs before I heard the first rumblings of discontent in Winnipeg. It came from the customs officer who stamped my passport and quizzed me on my reasons for seeking entry into this particular part of Canada. I told him I was there to cover the UFC event. His head snapped up. “What do you think of this card?” he said. Right then I knew I was among friends. “I’ve seen worse,” I told him
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Through the past darkly: Reflections on UFC 161 – MMA Junkie