So, I was catching some UFC fights the other night, you know, just winding down. And Gillian Robertson was fighting. Man, her ground game, right? She just sticks to opponents, always looking for that submission. It’s all about persistence with her style.
Watching her work kinda got me thinking, funny enough, about something totally different. It reminded me of this nightmare I had with the kitchen sink last month. Sounds silly, but hear me out.
That Leaky Pipe Saga
It started small. Drip, drip, drip. Figured, easy fix, right? Grabbed my wrench, thought I’d tighten a nut or something. Nope. Made it worse. Now it wasn’t just dripping, it was sort of… weeping. All over the cabinet floor.
So, next weekend, I decided, okay, I’m gonna replace that whole section of pipe. Went to the hardware store. Stood there staring at a wall of plastic tubes and connectors. Felt like trying to solve a puzzle blindfolded. Grabbed what looked right.
Of course, it wasn’t right. Got home, wrestled under the sink – you know how awkward that is, lying on your back, tools everywhere, cabinet edge digging into your ribs. The new piece? Totally the wrong size connector. Back to the store.
This went on like three times.
- Trip one: Wrong part.
- Trip two: Right part, but I forgot that sealant tape stuff.
- Trip three: Got the tape, but then realized the other connector, the one I wasn’t planning to replace, was cracked too when I finally got the old pipe off.
Each time under that sink felt like a grappling match I was losing. Water dripping on my face. Cursing. Thinking maybe I should just call a plumber and admit defeat. My back was killing me. Everything was wet and gross.
But I just got stubborn. Like Robertson going for that rear-naked choke, I wasn’t letting go. I was gonna fix this stupid pipe. Spent pretty much all Saturday under there, fiddling, tightening, making a mess. Finally, finally, got it all connected. Turned the water on… held my breath…
No leaks. Victory! Felt like winning a championship fight, honestly. Just pure relief and maybe a little bit of pride that I wrestled that problem into submission.
Anyway, funny how watching someone like Gillian Robertson just methodically work on the ground can make you remember your own stupid battles, like fighting with plumbing. Guess persistence pays off, whether it’s in the octagon or under your kitchen sink.
