The first death in a regulated MMA contest has happened. Sam Vasquez died as a result of blood clots, brain swelling and a massive stroke brought on by head trauma suffered in a lightweight bout in Houston, Texas on October 20. Vasquez left behind a wife and a 7-year-old son; Ronin Rickson Vasquez. I would like to send my deepest sympathy to them in respect of their loss.
I don’t know enough about the individual case to pass comment. If you look in the Sherdog archive, there is an excellent piece by Josh Gross celebrating the life of Vasquez and one by Joe Hall on the Doug Dedge tragedy. Some of the other reporting has been pretty crappy and has the whiff of point scoring and I don’t want to be part of it.
As a long term Boxing fan- I am used to death in sport. It still causes me great distress whenever it happens. It makes me question if it is worth it, but I have accepted it is an inevitable part of the sport.
More people will die and be seriously injured when taking part in MMA. It is an inevitable part of the sport. No amount of regulation can ever make it 100% safe. It used to sicken me when people in MMA would proudly bang on about the number of deaths and brain injuries in Boxing. The grand-standing politicians lump all combat sports together. There are no votes in suggesting a ban on Boxing and replacing it with ‘Cage Fighting’. We should stand together with similar sports in these risk averse times.
I believe that the positive effects of combat sports are so great- they outweigh the risks. It is up to everyone to take responsibility for themselves. To decide if it is worth it.
At this time of year- lots of us get the odd book token as a gift from an unimaginative relative. I’d like to recommend a couple of good books which will help you decide.
In the early 80s Johnny Owen, a shy, pale lad went from Merthyr in South Wales to Los Angeles to challenge the Mexican Lupe Pintor for the World Bantamweight title. Owen was European champion and fully deserving of his shot. He fought skilfully and bravely, got knocked out in the 12th and died without waking up again six weeks later.
The Big If: The Life and Death of Johnny Owen by Rick Broadbent tells the stories of both Owen and Pintor. It is the story of how Boxing made them both and broke them both. Of why combat sports are beautiful and disgusting at the same time. The book follows the story of Johnny’s parents and Pinto after the tragedy. If you are not moved by the section which deals with them meeting to unveil a staue of Johnny- there is something wrong with you.
The only time I can remember ever crying when watching a sporting event was February 25, 1995 when Nigel Benn fought Gerald McClellan for the World Super Middleweight belt. McClellan, a fearsome character from Illinois came to London a hot favorite and justified this by blasting Benn clean out of the ring in the first. Incredibly, Benn recovered and, over ten rounds, the two put on the most brutal fight I have ever witnessed. I was moved to tears by the spirit of Benn. He hung in there against a truly destructive puncher and, despite being clubbed to the ground again, stood toe to toe with him.
Something had to give. McClennan wilted under the onslaught and was counted out on his knee in the tenth. A prime time UK TV audience and a baying, beyond hysterical London crowd saw the greatest fight of all time. It was the kind of event MMA must aspire to.
War, Baby: The Glamour of Violence by Kevin Mitchell tells the story of the fight in graphic detail. It tells you everything about the main players and the sport itself and the culture that surrounds it. It asks the reader difficult questions about whether this kind of behaviour is acceptable in civilised society.
Many of you will know that Gerald McClellan is still paying the price for his glorious career. Straight after the fight, he had surgery to remove a blood clot. As well as his purse for the fight- he received blindness, 80% deafness and a wheelchair.
Read these books and think about Sam Vasquez. He wasn’t a high profile casualty. He seems to have been a nice guy doing something he loved. Read these books and remember that Sam Vasquez was a real man with a family he loved.
Maybe not this time, but in the future, people who are pro and anti combat sports will kick around figures and use names of the fallen to back up their point of view. The two books mentioned delve beyond the headline and look at the reality. These are real people, not stats.
I believe that the combat sports, because of their extreme nature, are the ultimate sporting test. Anyone who competes at any level learns more about themselves from this than just about any other human activity. The benefits in terms of self discipline and respect for others have helped literally thousands and provided entertainment for millions.
I believe that combat sports are worth it. It is up to you to decide if you agree.
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