Written by Rick Snavely at MMA Manifesto
I know, I know – yet another post about Ronda. Trust that it hurts me to write it just as much as it hurts you to see it. But, unlike all the other Ronda articles covering her training regimen, her acting roles, or her opinion on the proper way to cook an omelet, this one focuses on an aspect I think you’ll actually be able to appreciate – the struggle to cope with Rondamania.
In the swell of fanfare that has surrounded Ronda Rousey since UFC 190, there’s been so much to learn about her. That she’s not dumb. That she loves DBZ. That she’s not a “DNB.” That she’s a movie star. That she’s the best female fighter of all time. That she would destroy Floyd Mayweather. That she’s the most dangerous combat athlete on the planet. That watching her fights is – *sniff*– a once-in-human-history privilege we are not worthy of.
If you need a moment to quell that feeling stirring in your stomach, I understand. I had a similar experience after typing all of that.
And, it’s not just the hyperbole that doesn’t sit well with me. It’s the sheer volume of coverage that really makes consuming Rondamania difficult. It’s almost like she’s the only MMA fighter that exists.
So, what do you do when Rondamania runs wild on you?
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