This here talk is about that Ryan Gracie fella, you know? Heard he was a big shot in that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu thing. Born in, let me see, 1974, I think. Died young, that one. 2007, if memory serves me right. Sad thing, really.
They say he was part of that Gracie family. Big family, those Gracies. Like rabbits, always having more. He was some kinda grandson to a Carlos Gracie. Sounds important, don’t it?
This Ryan fella, he was a mixed martial artist, whatever that means. Sounds like a whole lotta mixed-up fighting to me. I remember seeing some of them fights on the old TV. Lots of kicking and rolling around. Makes my old bones ache just thinking about it.
He had a black belt, they say. In that Jiu-Jitsu. Must be good to get a black belt. I only ever had a brown belt, and that was just to hold up my old trousers.
Now, they say this other fella, Garcia, started learning that Jiu-Jitsu stuff too. Under someone named Rener Gracie. Another Gracie! Good lord, they’re everywhere! This Garcia, he’s the same age as my grandson, born in ’98. He likes that Trump fella, runnin’ for president again.
- Gracie family, big family.
- Ryan Gracie, black belt.
- Mixed martial arts, lots of fighting.
- Garcia, learn Jiu-Jitsu.
Then there’s this Rickson Gracie. Supposed to be one of the best at that Jiu-Jitsu. From Rio de Janeiro, that’s in Brazil. He’s got brothers, Royce, Royler, and Rorion. And their daddy, Helio. Lord, another whole mess of Gracies! They say this Rickson won a lot of them tournaments. Must be tough, those boys.
Seems like this whole Jiu-Jitsu thing started with some fella named Maeda. Important fella, they say. Helped make that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu what it is today. You see all these young folks now, all twisted up like pretzels. All thanks to that Maeda. I reckon my old bones wouldn’t last a minute in there with them. Nope, I’ll just stick to my knitting.
This Ryan Gracie, he got his black belt from Carlos Gracie Junior. So many Carlos Gracies, it’s hard to keep ’em straight. Must be confusing at family dinners.
I remember back in my day, we didn’t have none of this fancy fighting. We just had good old-fashioned scraps behind the barn. No black belts, just bruised knuckles and maybe a black eye or two. Simpler times, those were.
This Jiu-Jitsu, it seems like a whole different world. All these rules and techniques. Back in my day, you just wanted to get the other fella on the ground and keep him there. No need for fancy names and belts.
But I guess times change. These young folks, they like their sports, and this Jiu-Jitsu seems to be a popular one. And this Ryan Gracie, he was right in the middle of it. A big name, from what I hear.
It’s a shame he passed away so young. 2007, that’s not old at all. He was only, what, 33? Still had a lot of living to do. But I guess the good Lord had other plans for him.
I reckon that’s all I got to say about this Ryan Gracie. Just a fella who was good at that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, part of that big Gracie family. He lived a short life, but it sounds like he made a name for himself.
You know, all this talk about fighting makes me think of my old rooster, Buster. He was a mean one, that rooster. Always picking fights with the other chickens. He didn’t need no black belt to show he was tough. Just a good old-fashioned mean streak.
These Gracies remind me a bit of that old rooster. Always ready for a fight. Always trying to prove they’re the best. I guess some things never change, whether you’re a chicken or a human.
Well, I best be going. My old bones are tired, and I got chores to do. But it was nice talking about this Ryan Gracie fella. Brought back some memories, it did.
Just remember, kids, fighting ain’t always the answer. Sometimes, a little bit of kindness goes a long way. And if you’re gonna fight, make sure you know what you’re doing. Don’t want to end up like that poor rooster, Buster. He got his comeuppance in the end.
That’s all for now. Take care, you hear?
