Tonight’s crowd had plenty of Ric Flair Whoooos going. Luckily, I was in the sophisticated section. We look down as those who Whoo. If other fans Boo fighters, we look down on them as well and say something like “go watch a toughman contest.” If someone yells to stand them up we tell them that in a real fight a ref doesn’t stand you up. We appreciate Matt Lindland equally to Pride Wanderlei Silva.
We don’t Boo, Whoo, or yell for standups. We are the sophisticated fan.
In walks a lucky dude with 3 smoking hot chicks and they sit right next to me. The girls and guy are from out of town and seem to be casual MMA fans.
This arena is where the Arizona Coyotes play so the 4 of them next to me think the Ric Flair is Arizona fans doing their own Coyote howl. So they kept rolling their eyes and wanting the other sections to stop with the nerdy howling.
Luckily the girls had a 40 year old Virgin in the row in front of them who educated to the level of our sophistication. He told them it’s not a howl. Then he played the roll of the Michael Bolton clone at the Harvard Bar in Goodwill Hunting. He instantly regurgitated an Ariel quote about how annoying and embarrassing it is to be associated with people who are actually doing the Ric Flair Whoo.
At that point the girls might as have put him in the corner and chopped him across his chest. The spent the next 5 minutes Whoo’ing which in turned sparked the rest of our section to join in. After their 500th Whoo, they thanked the Virgin and let him know they appreciate that info because they “love Ric Flair.”