A Female UFC Fighter Literally Got The Crap Choked Out Of Her, And I Don't Know If She'll Ever Truly Recover
It would be disingenuous of me to deny Justine Kish the credit she deserves here. Granted, she didn't have all that many options, but not just anyone would have it in them to immediately own up to literally leaving it all - including her lunch - on the proverbial field. The shit streak that served as the trail of previously digested breadcrumbs had a very obvious point of origin, but - as anyone that's gotten busted clogging a toilet that wasn't their own can attest - embracing your most shameful of bowel movements is more honorable than doing a crappy job hiding from them. Hash-tagging herself as the guilty party wasn't at all necessary from a "who dunnit?" standpoint, but laughing at herself could potential help her to recoup some of the dignity she left messily painted across the canvas.
Unfortunately, I am not sure it can help recoup enough of that dignity to remain a threat in the UFC going forward. In a combat sport in which success can at least partially be determined by intangibles such as intimidation and confidence, I don't know that soiling yourself in front of a crowd ever truly leaves the rearview. I can't tell you I would have the sphincter strength to keep my crap to myself if I was getting the life (and sustenance) choked out of me. However, I do know that being forcefully regressed to the defecation habits of an infant on live television would effect my performance in similar situations going forward. Shit definitely happens, but it's probably best to avoid circumstances in which that saying has proven to become semantically accurate in the past. I guess what I am really saying is...stool me once, shame on you; stool me twice, shame on me.