Carlos Condit In the fifth of a multi-part series for MMAjunkie, veteran MMA storyteller Duane Finley takes us inside Carlos Condit ’s UFC 195 camp, including holiday time with his family and a glimpse of his wild childhood. * * * * “I don’t know how much you dig on Lana Del Rey, but I want you to listen to the poem at the beginning of this song,” Carlos Condit says as he hands his phone over. “There is a hopeful sadness there that just hits you in the chest.” There in that moment the man who just may be the baddest, meanest, nastiest thing walking at 170 pounds in MMA held nothing back as he mentally invested himself in the New York-born chanteuse. As the words of Del Rey’s “Ride” begin to breathe bittersweet regret through the speakers of his car, another layer of complexity to the soon-to-be welterweight title challenger is revealed. Music has always been a muse that’s moved him, but it’s the sadness and the darkness laced throughout that magnetically draw him in
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Carlos Condit’s UFC 195 fight journal, No. 5: Throwing guys through drywall – MMA Junkie