'Got Fight?''s preferred original title was 'Who Moved My Nose?', but Forrest Griffin's editor prevailed: which I think is a shame, because that title conveys the author's attitude and sense of humour rather better than the final choice.
This book should be avoided by persons not interested in Mixed Martial Arts, Ultimate Fighting, cage fighting, street fighting, masochism, sadism, vulgar language, or extremely un-PC jokes about women, the cruder bodily functions, and man love. The author sets out his stall from the beginning: are you man enough to be allowed to read his book? - a test that even his female readers must take. There follows an uninhibited account of a fighter's life from the inside and sweatily close-up-and-personal.
I strongly suggest that you read a few sample pages to see whether Forrest's style of humour - as conveyed in no-holds-barred manner by his co-author, Erich Krauss - is for you. If it is, you may find this one of the funniest short books on a sporting subject you've read recently. In addition, you will pick up all sorts of useful information about manly behaviour, with illustrations gleaned from Forrest's own life, and even some tips on actual fighting techniques, most of which are best contemplated from the comfort of an armchair with beer in hand. Above all else, you will be equipped to decide whether you too have what it takes in dedication, technique, high pain threshold and sheer craziness to step into the Octagon.
The most frightening thing in the book is the information that before he dedicated his life to rearranging the limbs and facial features of others, Mr. Griffin used to be a cop. His life story so far is thus either inspirational, or a warning to the curious.
The interested reader should note that in spite of its subtitle the book does not offer fifty principles of anything and has nothing to do with zen.