Dricus du Plessis beat Sean Strickland for the middleweight title, Raquel Pennington cashed-in on the women’s bantamweight strap on her 18th fight in the UFC and the company announced Frankie Edgar was going in the hall of fame. We really wish that’s what people were going to remember about UFC 297, but honestly? We’ll probably remember it as an event where people said a bunch of dumb shit and then many of the reactions to that shit were even dumber. And that’s sad, man. That’s a sad place we’ve reached in this sport.
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