LAS VEGAS — Isn’t it nice when things are as good as they’re supposed to be? And maybe when they’re even better?
UFC 300 was billed as the greatest night of fights in the history of combat sports. An absurd promise, obviously. Pure runaway advertising. Then the leather started flying here at T-Mobile Arena on Saturday, and by the time it all stopped and I had a chance to catch my breath, I had to admit that this was, in fact, the single greatest night of professional fighting I’d ever seen.
Maybe it shouldn’t be a surprise.