Dana White, King of MMA

were heard coming down the street. The three men took off running. Dana bent over
the man, who was still unconscious on the sidewalk, trying to see what he could do to
help him when the police pulled up, jumped out, and grabbed Dana. Just as no one
stopped to help the man who was attacked, no one was coming forward to help Dana
now. Finally, one woman told the police it was not Dana who had attacked the man,
that he was the only person who tried to help him. The police let Dana go. Dana never
did meet Brenda for lunch, and when he got back to the apartment, he was so hyped
up on adrenaline that it took him twenty minutes to calm down. He was mad that not
one single person — and downtown crossing is packed with people at that time of day
— stopped to help this man. He also blamed poor Brenda for his getting involved in
the incident because she was not out of work on time to meet him for lunch.
Dana would have a number of jobs while living in Boston. One summer he worked
construction with his best friend at the time, an Irish kid name Richie McDonough.
They worked laying blacktop and paving in the heat of the summer. Dana says that
was the worst job he ever had and that it gave him a very good sense of what he did
not want to do for a living.
Richie eventually moved back to Ireland and opened his own bar in Limerick. Soon
after Richie moved back to Ireland, Dana decided it would be fun to go to Ireland and
surprise Richie over the holidays. Dana, Brenda, and I booked a flight to arrive after
Christmas, and we planned to stay until after New Years. I had been to Ireland with
friends on three different occasions, and so I knew what to expect. Mrs. Walsh, was a
woman who ran a B&B and with whom we always stayed when we flew into Shannon
Airport. We arranged to stay with her for the week. Mrs. Walsh loved Dana. She
would do his laundry for him and would sit and talk with him, always offering to fix
him something to eat or drink. It was quite the surprise for Richie when we came
walking into his pub. One thing I have learned about the Irish is that the holidays are
one big drinking fest. Dana, Brenda, and I actually went out during the day to do some
sightseeing, but if we stopped at the pub first, that was the end of anything except
drinking all day and all night. We met a couple of Scotsmen who came into Richie’s
pub. They had come to Ireland on holiday and, six months later, were still there. The
two of them were absolute mad men. They had bought the cutest little pub out in the