
He took a sport whose heroes always had a bit of a mystique about them and stripped that away. But it was how he did what he did that made an impact. Yeah, he could fight, and if not for his three-round epic with Stephan Bonnar on the TUF Finale card in April of 2005, the UFC might look a lot different today. From the time he entered everyone’s consciousness through the first season of The Ultimate Fighter, there was something about the self-effacing light heavyweight that stuck in everyone’s head. Griffin didn’t have to worry because those people loved him. I lose myself in the details of those 15 minutes and you don’t worry about what people think of you.” I like that moment of clarity in fights, and I truly have that. It becomes a singularity of purpose, which an ADD kid like me rarely gets. “Nothing else matters but that dude trying to kick you in the face or throw you on your head or trying to rip your arm out of the socket. “It’s one of those things where when you’re training and fighting, you can’t worry about your bills, your mortgage, did you get your girlfriend pregnant, your pet’s cancer, or anything,” he once told me when asked the appeal of fighting for him.

There were days when Forrest Griffin didn’t want to talk.
