The title of this post would lead you to believe that there isn’t much you can learn by reading the body of the article. You’re probably right. It pretty much gave you the bare essentials of what to tell your friends and co-workers, but there’s so much more to this story that reinforces ballerish Jose Aldo is. That being said, for the dozen of you who actually read what we write, I applaud your curiosity and will reward you with the details of Jose Aldo’s crazy Saturday. I’ll also inadvertently make you feel like an inferior human being to Jose Aldo, but you probably already felt that way to begin with. If you didn’t, you should.
It all started on Saturday morning while he was playing soccer and scored the winning goal for his team (yeah, he’s good at that, too). Aldo then jumped on his motorcycle to head home and got sideswiped by a woman who took a corner a bit too fast. At this point, lesser men would have waited for an ambulance while speed-dialing their injury lawyers to sue the bejesus out of this woman, but instead, Aldo sprung to his feet, popped his helmet off, and started signing autographs in a scene that must have resembled this:
Shortly thereafter, his teammates showed up to give him a ride to the gym where his coach and doctors checked him out.
Not only has he made short work of the entire UFC featherweight division, but Jose Aldo just made a 2300lb Citroen his bitch. In fact, according to Fighter’s Only, the only thing the doctor prescribed for Aldo was to take taxis from now on (at least until after UFC 153).
Frankie Edgar could not be reached for comment, but it’s safe to assume that upon receiving the news, he called his friends and told them to run him over with any vehicle larger than the one that hit Jose Aldo. It’d be a smart training regimen considering that Frankie will need to punch harder than a 2300lb Citroen to win that Featherweight belt. [Source]
