As a fan of MorencySports.com, and pretty much everything Gabriel Morency has done, I was looking forward to Road Rage in Vancouver, the night before UFC 115. It's not very often you get to meet people you idolize strictly for their talents. Having a positive response to my request that I get an interview with him, I knew I would have to introduce myself. I have always been the type of person, that if I see a celebrity, I leave them alone. I'm well aware they are people too, and I respect their privacy. At least, ever since the Butterbean incident, but more on that in a bit.

As I entered the Sin Bin Sports Grill, thoughts quickly entered my head. The few times that I've performed on the stage, including the one time where I truly ate shit. As I regularly do, I b-lined for the bar, was greeted by the bartender, and promptly ordered a drink. I turned towards the stage, where a table was set up with many electronics. A couple of microphones, a video-camera pointing towards the table, and a MacBook with a velcroed on logo saying, “SPORTS RAGE”. Behind the table is a UFC 115 poster that had just been taped up by the shows host, Gabriel Morency.

Morency turns around, and we lock eyes and nod. Knowing the only interaction we've had with each other had been calling into his show and through twitter, I was surprised as he headed up to meet and greet me. We shook hands, and he towered over me. “Hi,” I said, “I'm Chris Gaskin.” Without a beat Morency responded, “You're a comedian?” With that, it was almost as if we had already been friends. That's just the kind of guy Morency is though, a class act.

Really, I could care-less whether I had obtained an interview with him. I had come to watch the show. First guest was Bill “The Butcher” Mahood, a professional MMA fighter from my hometown of Prince George. Mahood had been living in Vancouver for the past three years, and was asked to judge UFC 115. The first time I had met Mahood was at the Prince George Ramada. It was the day after KOTC: Anarchy. Mahood was sitting with his opponent Patrick Côté, and Eric Esch (better known as Butterbean). I had approached them and said, “Butterbean, I normally don't do this and I don't want to be a bother, but I just wanted to let you know that I am a big fan, and I loved seeing you knock out Steve-O in Jackass.” To which Esch thanked me and shook my hand. Meanwhile, Mahood looked me up-and-down, folded his arms, and said, “That was Johnny Knoxville.”

At this point, the show stopped streaming. There was already problems with the sound on the stream, so the entire show was pretty much for the live audience. Next up was Darsh, a regular caller. Darsh was the first caller I recognized, mostly because of my stereotyping. As I was looking around the bar, there was a large East Indian guy with a very long beard and a turban. My first thought was, “That has to be Darsh. Now, how do I ask him without looking racist.”

Up third was some dude, with a mohawk, who was yelling out the entire show. Of course the one time he quiets down is when he has the microphone in his hand. Most of the crowd had tuned him out. I jokingly leaned in towards Darsh and said, “I'm going to fade his picks.” He was followed by Chad, whom approached me after the show. It's a small world, as it turns out we have a mutual friend. He is working on his own site, InTheOT.com as well as getting huge hits on YouTube.