Go Granny, Go!

At this stage in life, especially having grown up in the sixties, there’s little that can shock me. –except when people behave unexpectedly. This happened to me recently at a graduation party out of town.

The student’s grandmother was a youngish woman, which is to say about my age… Ahem. Tanned, wiry, a bundle of energy, she was keeping food available to guests while watching a sporting event. She gave a big ”Whoop!" as the fight finished. It seems that so-and-so, a name I couldn’t spell if I tried, had just defeated the reigning champion of this MMA event.

She must have seen the blank look in my eye. "Mixed Martial Arts," she explained. "It’s big business." She plucked at her T-shirt. "I run an online shop that sells fight gear. And I’m fighting next week in a local competition."

See what I mean? An almost sixty-year-old woman competing in a martial arts combat competition? I admit it. I’m shocked. But, "Go Granny!"