Whenever the UFC is in town, the city feels different: combative, testy, fucking jacked up.
I think they know somehow that tonight ain’t it, pal.
Because every 25-year-old guy somehow thinks he knows enough BJJ to be the hero Gotham needs.
For one night at least.
Drunk and hungry, I walked through the village looking for the highest-rated Dave Portnoy pizza I could find.
Dave changes the score from 9.2 to 9.3 to 9.4 in a matter of 40 seconds.
No further comment).
I knew I likely wouldn’t eat the whole pie.
But I did not want that reality to manifest before I was ready to admit to it.
“There’s Dana,” he said, pointing to an old photo of UFC CEO Dana White.
“He came in earlier today actually,” piped up an employee nearby.
“Left a$2,000tip.
Biggest tip I’ve ever seen since I started working here.”
Two thousand bucks, folks.
I fucking cum to this shit.
I LOVE finding out when wealthy celebrities tip generously.
It’s probably safe to assume that Dana ate at John’s of Bleecker with a few people.
Maybe they ordered 5-10 pizzas?
Which means that a $2000 tip is somewhere in the ballpark of… SIX HUNDRED PERCENT.
A 600% tip!
Dana White, you are a man of AND for the people.
These famous people never know when, or if, someone will share publicly the huge tip they gave.
Which is all the more reason that I wanted to write this blog.
Dana White, you are a king among us.
