Jake O'Brien is a mans man. I'm not going to lie. I was never a fan and I'm sure I have posted (drunk so it doesn't count) some pretty mean things about Jake in the past. However, after hanging out with Jake this past week in Frisco Texas.....he is my new hero. Here are just a few things that happened over this long crazy weekend.
When a few of the fighters were arguing over the accuracy of the scale, Jake quietly got up. He walked over to the podium and ask politely for the guys to step aside. Jake took off his shirt and then his pants. He steps on the scale and then busts out a double gun salute. Jake then steps off the scale then says, "the scale is fine boys".
At the after fight party everyone was dancing and getting drunk. All but Jake. Here he was over in a dark corner shadow boxing. I walked over and asked how he was doing. "I have a fight coming up GB...leave me be." Jake said. Just then the song Funky Cold Medina came over the speakers. Jake stops for a moments and says, "Oh snap, this is my song. Jake makes his way to the dance floor and then unleashes hell furry. All the latest dance moves mixed in with some break dancing and shadow boxing....Jake broke it down. The moisture level was at a all time high (ladies you know what I'm talking about) and all the men stared in awe. After the song was over Jake made his way back to the corner of the bar and starting repping out sets of side/straddle/hops.
There is alot I am leaving out because I am tearing up thinking about the times that Jake and myself shared. The Tornado, us both reading the underground side by side in the hotel lobby, the little girl Jake saved by climbing onto a big wooden pole (she was there to ring the bell to notify all the villagers of the storm) as Dan sat by in fear and watched. Only to then run off in the storm after Jake showed him up. Our man hug with tears in our eyes as he boarded his flight home.
I will miss you Jake O'Brien my good friend.
I'm guessing GB played the part of "Sheena" when Jake was throwing down to Tone Loc.
hmmmmm
Jake O'Brien has devastating shadow boxing.
What in the holy fucking jesus are you on about?
Irish Jake!!!
GB just became my favorite poster LOL, great fucking story.
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Golden Boy - Jake makes his way to the dance floor and then unleashes hell furry.
heypilgrim - PLease try and remember more. This side of Jake is interesting.
The weigh ins were in Allen Tx and we were staying in Frisco. As we are walking out of the building we hear sirens going off. As we are making our way to my car Jake is attacked by a mob composed of females and MMA male groupies. Kyria tells Jake we better get going due to weather and Jake replies, "cool it sweet tits...in due time." Dan Kyria and myself make our way to my 45k car as Jake is out in the storm making sure every autograph...every picture....every womens needs were met. About 30 minutes later Jakes gets in the back seat with me. (I don't drive even though its my car) King of the UG Paul Buentello is behind us and calls me to tell us not to lose him because he is following us back to the hotel and he doesn't know how to get there.
Its literally zero visabilty as we are trying to find out way back to the hotel. Paul calls again (my 45k car has hands free phone so everyone can hear Paul over my 8k sterio system). "HAUL ASS Jay!!!! HAUL ASS!!!" Paul screams. Dan, Kyria, Paul and myself are all in pantic mode as Dan tells everyone we need to find shelter immediatly. In the middle of this dark Texas road we all pull over. With no shelter in sight Jake opens his arms and says, "over here guys". We all make our way over to Jake as he wraps us all in his arms and hovers over us till the storm passes.
As we all slowly make my car I stop and tell Jake I am sorry for all the trash talk I have posted on this forum about him. Jake opens his arms as if welcome me into in man hug. I see stars...then wake up in the back seat of my car. My car alarm is going off and I look around and don't reconize anything. I see a few bars but none to my recolection. It then dawns on my that I am in a strange town and the last think I can remember is Jakes hand slapping the ever loving shit out of me as I went in for a hug to make amends. I look at my watch to see what time it is. There is no watch. Still fuzzy I check my other wrist and see a blue smudge. I look up my arm and see more smudges. I immediatly think someone stole my 12k rolex but wonder why I have all this blue ink up and down both arms. Next thing I remember is waking up in the hotel.
I reach for my phone on the night stand and see that its as dead as Ken Pavia's career. I grab the hotel phone and see I have a few missed calls. My buddy Mclain left me a few messages asking if I made it back ok. I call him back and ask him what the hell happened last night. McClain tells me I was the drunkest he has ever seen me. I ask him why I have all this blue shit up and down my arms and he tells me I that the tattoo artist used the blue ink to outline my tattoos. I hang up the phone and haul ass into the shower. With my clothes still on I'm srubbing all the blue ink off...praying that none of these tribal....barb wire and battle ships (??? what the fuck) blue outlines ended up perminate.
After the longest shower since my teens days I was relived to have nothing left on my arms other than one big giant Indian rug burn. I picked up the hotel phone and called McClain to let him know it was all good. We bullshited for a few minutes about the show and I gave him a few tickets for his trouble. Still in my clothes I reached in my right pants pocket to do the GB drunk meter. I felt nothing. I reached into my left pocket. I felt..... The GB drunk meter is my pockets..I keep all bottle caps/poppers (those things you pop to open a beer) in my pants pockets just to see how many beers I drank the night before. The GB meter is a sure way to tell just how fucked up I got and I think for some reason I will use that number of caps/poppers for my cut off point for my next night out. In my left pocket I felt a total of NONE.
Jake hit me so hard it made me drunk. What do you think he's going to do to John Jones.
Yes, continue!
Cindy
was Jake down there cornering Dan?
No, he was actually there to beat the crap out of me after all the years I've trashed him on this forum.
In all honesty he is all class. You don't see that much these days. I really admire the guy.
I had the privilege of meeting Jake and watching him train with Dan when we were in Indiana last year. Jake was not feeling well, and still took time to talk with us for a few minutes.
Unfortunately, I had left my camera packed in the car. Super nice guy. I really haven't met any fighters that have attitude or anything like you sometimes hear about. All the ones I have met have been cool.
GB, when is your next show? Are you back promoting/match-making for the long term or was this just a one time thing?