Heading into Saturday night, Max Holloway’s health was being fussed over in hushed tones, quiet enough not to disturb an otherwise fascinating fight. Coming out people were arguing his greatness in not only the canon of featherweights but the entire realm of anybodys who were ever anythings. One good fight was all it took to change reality. UFC 231’s main event was so good it even changed geography. As of Friday night, Toronto was a city up in Ontario. By Saturday night it was a Hawaiian island — the tenth of its kind, and the only one east of the Mississippi.
Max Holloway’s masterpiece was at the same time a showcase of Brian Ortega’s heart
