You should be in good physical condition before beginning this or any martial arts program. The author and the publisher assume no responsibility for any injuriessuffered or damages or losses incurred during or as a result of following the program in this book.
Many of the names, places, and even facts in this book have been changed to protect Forrest Griffin from getting sued by a bunch of douche bags. Very few smallanimals were harmed during the making of this book. The ones that were harmed were not in the “cute” category, so it’s all good.
A NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER
We and Forrest had some harsh verbal and physical altercations in the course of selecting a title for this book, which is obviously Got Fight? (If you missed it, wewouldn’t go admitting that to anyone because it’s on the damn cover.) Forrest is a formidable opponent—one with devastating leg kicks, sick submissions, and a jawlike a cast-iron stove, but we bite and he tapped out, and we got our wish—to call this book Got Fight?, which we think is pretty friggin’ provocative. But we did agree tonote his objection in the beginning of the book. Here is a phone message Forrest left for his editor on New Year’s Eve 2009 (we suspect that alcohol was involved):I hate to beat a dead horse but you sound like a woman on your fucking little answering machine there. This is Forrest Griffin, as you can tell I’m fromfuckin’ Georgia—not just Georgia, FUCKIN’ Georgia. Got Fight? is not a good title for me. Look, the whole “Got Milk?” thing was 1994. I actually Googledthat shit. Nineteen ninety fuckin’ four. It’s more than a decade past, brother, so, uh, we’re going to come up with a new title and you’re going to develop amanly voice like mine [dark, raspy laugh].Publisher’s rebuttal: “Got Milk?” is still alive and well and milk builds strong, healthy bones, just like Forrest’s. Here are Forrest’s titles, big, tough creative guy that he is: Who Moved My Nose? (his favorite) Fist Meets Face Death Is a Journey and My Bags Are Packed—The Forrest Griffin Story Punch Drunk Face Full of Scars A Few Scars More (assuming we do a sequel)
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For some reason, writers like to thank people at the beginning of their books. I understand if the book is really good, like Hemingway good, but what if the book sucks?I’m pretty sure that the book you are currently holding will only make you stupider, and I don’t want to insult anyone I care about by putting them in theacknowledgments. It would be like dropping a turd into a napkin, setting the greasy bundle on the shelf in a bookstore, and then calling home and saying, “Hey Mom, just wanted to thank you for making the dump in a napkin possible.” I tried backing out on the acknowledgments altogether, but my publisher used a bunch of bigwords, like foreclosure of guilt. He said he didn’t want people to know the book was a turd in a napkin until after they bought a copy. I then tried to thank a bunch of people I actually hated, you know, to insult them by being associated with this book, but I got shut down (thank you, Satan; thank you, “guy who beat me up in thefourth grade,” and, thank you, hot chicks who laughed at me in high school). So, I guess I have to thank some of the people I really care about. If you happen to beone of those people (and I’m sure you are, because what kind of idiot actually reads the acknowledgments to a book), please, please forgive me.First and foremost, I would like to thank my mother for pulling me out of the Georgia public school system. It would have been nice if she could have done it before Igot my ass kicked forty thousand times, but I guess later is better than never. I would also like to thank Kevin Garnett’s mother because she, too, seems to have donea good job. Next, I would like to thank Adam and Rory Singer of the Hardcore Gym. Rory is an awesome friend because he never lets us get overcharged for anything.If we go to eat and our bill is five cents too much, he’ll raise hell. It doesn’t matter if the waitress only weighs a hundred pounds, he’ll fight the bitch right there on thespot. Adam is the world’s best grappler in the state of Georgia for a period of two or three minutes. After those two or three minutes, he gets up and has a soda—Oh,you’ve almost got that submission, Forrest, think it’s time to grab a Coke…Oh, I’m sure you could do a lot from that dominant position, but you got to get off mebecause I’m having an asthma attack. Best go get a Diet Dr Pepper. In addition to showing me the tricks of the grappling trade, he has also been my primary sourcefor reading recommendations. He’s the guy who turned me on to Fight Club before the movie came out. I also admire him for the direction finder built into his head.Under the influence of extreme amounts of alcohol, he not only has the uncanny ability to find the rent-a-car, but he can also take us from any strip club back to thehotel. Seriously, every one in the car could be completely lost, and he just points off into the darkness of night and goes, “I think home is somewhere over there.”Everything about the guy is impressive, but his biggest accomplishment to date is inventing the acronym MILF. Some people might doubt this, but swear to God, hewas using that shit ten years before American Pie.The last guy I would like to thank is my editor, Adam Korn. Originally, there were twenty editors who wanted to work on this book, but he bested all of them in an illegalcage match. I just recently learned that 90 percent of editors are women, so I’m not sure of the kind of competition he faced, but I can honestly say this book would nothave been written without him. Adam Korn is a unique martial artist in that he’s not fat, forty years old, and into brainwashing kids. He understands the mind-set of afighter and helped shape, write, and edit this book from beginning to end. (Fuck you, Adam. I want the thirty-eight bucks you promised me for writing this horsecrapacknowledgment. I’m coming for you, bitch. I’m coming!)
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