Last night was one of those rare moments where you knew you were watching something people would be talking about for years.
The closest comparison that comes to mind is when President Trump returned to Butler, Pennsylvania after nearly being assassinated. There was that same feeling that something bigger than a normal political event was happening.
For months, the media had been relentlessly attacking Trump’s idea of hosting UFC Freedom 250 on the South Lawn of the White House.
The entire week leading up to the event, the narrative was already written.
The weather was going to ruin it. The fighters wouldn’t want to fight outdoors. The crowd wasn’t going to sit through thunderstorms. The mosquitoes would be unbearable. The logistics would be a disaster.
Every day seemed to bring a new reason why this thing supposedly wasn’t going to work.
Then Saturday night arrived and none of it mattered. The storms passed, the crowd showed up and all of the fighters delivered.
And what unfolded on the Whi…