Twice in the last two weeks I’ve found myself eating in a restaurant and looking up from my plate to see two barefoot, bare-chested men brawling in a ring. And this was not in sports bars; it happened first in a pizza place and last night in a barbecue joint. Both times it was at an hour – around 6 o’clock – when civilized sports are hard to find on TV. But that doesn’t change the fact that for people who aren’t into MMA (and probably even some who are) the sight of two men hitting and kicking each other is not the ideal accompaniment to dinner.
