Every now and again you get a card like the one in New Orleans on Saturday night, a card where everybody’s either going out on their shields or blowing the smoke off their fists. The kind of card where Burt Watson tearfully whispers "that’s what I’m talking about, baby" into a warm glass of Grand Marnier as he catches up on his DVR. The kind of card where Thiago Tavares, years from now, will gaily trace the scar over his eye to the very birthplace of jazz.
It was a fitting topper that 44-year old Dan Henderson went out there and turned the figure of Tim Boetsch into a mushroom cloud.