CAPOEIRA THAT WORKS

This is on my instructional and is a response to numerous questions regarding how to use the Armada de Frente in a real fight, and how to drill solo functionally.

     A lot of people have been waiting for me to make my picks public. Know why? Because this is the only sporting match that I cast I prediction on that I was wrong about...well, not really. http://atacxgymcapoeira.blogspot.com/2013/12/this-was-my-erroneous-pick-and-reaction.html  Because I had deep seated suspicions about this match being a possible setup due to the way that the UFC promoted this fight, the general tyrannical hold that Dana has on Anderson and how that previous state of affairs left Anderson without much to prove and little incentive to be motivated to turn in his electrifying performances that remove doubt as to him being literally the greatest MMA fighter to date [ although Jon Jones seems poised to take that title in a few years, if he can avoid getting smashed in the heavyweight division by Cain, JDS or any of the other monsters there...and if he can avoid a matchup with Cormier which is a bad matchup for him stylistically, although HE CAN ...

MY POSITION WAS IN FAVOR OF ANDERSON BEFORE SILVA-WEIDMAN 1 I made no bones about it: I knew before the fight that Anderson should could and would win this fight. I was already looking ahead to Silva-Jones...eithe Jon Jones [ most likely ] or Roy Jones Jr [ which I felt that Anderson strongly wanted and would be highly motivated for and would put on his greatest showing yet...but still lose...and which I felt that Dana White would NEVER let happen because he feels the same way that I do ]. At even the mere mention of Anderson losing to this fresh faced journeyman Weidman who didn't look like a world beater in his previous fights by any stretch, I immediately felt offended, disgusted, nonplussed. I was even more put off by all that talk from the UFC during promotion of this fight that Anderson would still be the greatest ever, "even if he lost". Never ever...despite the many times that the UFC got its hype machine behind the next guy who was supposed to beat Anderso...

This is a fictional story based upon real life events that I'm writing... The sun spangled multichromatic glory in liquid waves of luscious, vibrant brilliance down upon the rough streets of Southeast San Diego. Flawless cerulean was the sky. Soft and mischievous was the wind, scented with the aroma of Nature. The discerning person, the soul steeped within the all consuming reality of the natural world, could instantly discern the scent of cedar upon the wind. And pine. And sap. And loam. A cornucopia of scented flowers. Peonies. Daisies. Honeysuckles. Butterflies flitted to and fro with colors so beautiful and exotic that they looked like the painting palette of ancient Afrikan Egyptians sprung to life and incarnated themselves as these large, lovely butterflies. The Monarch Butterflys were more than Monarchs...they were veritable Pharaohs of pristine prismatic life. Yeah. I wasn't paying attention to none of that, right now.  Know why? Cuz I was head...