Yesterday on the way to the beach, we pulled up behind a car with four separate (but identical) Ultimate Fighting bumper stickers.  (My friends and I like to call all the mixed martial arts varietals "boxling" - a little bit wrestling, a little bit boxing - the word seems suffused with an ineffable wriggliness. It can't be pinned down.)

Sycorax, from the passenger seat: "Whatever you do, don't get into an accident with that guy."

Pause.

D: "I don't really understand Ultimate Fighters. Clearly they aren't the last, if there are so many of them."