LAS VEGAS — For a time, Carlos Condit thought he was done with the fight game. Or maybe the fight game was done with him. Maybe both were true; it didn’t much matter. The only thing that mattered was that he needed to get out. To get space. To breathe without returning to the same cycle that dominated his entire adult life, two decades of running the same race that always brought him back to the same place, no matter the highs and lows he crossed along the way.
So he disengaged entirely.
After his Aug.