UFC Hall of Famer Stephan Bonnar just had, what could be considered, his worst day ever. He got blackout drunk and his brain did what blackout brains do. It kicked right into autopilot and set a course for home. I’m not proud of it but I’ve been there myself. Your brain means well but the problem with kicking into autopilot is…there’s no captain. Autopilot is a computer. It doesn’t know what to do when a flock of geese gets sucked into the engine. You need Sully for that shit.
I’m not defending Stephan Bonnar. He got blacked out drunk, got behind the wheel of a car, drove like a maniac until finally pulling over to pass out and resisted arrest when police tried to wake him. Thank God, for everyone involved, no one was injured or killed. I do, however, feel bad for him. He will deservedly be punished and I’m certain his personal and professional life will suffer. There’s no doubt in my mind if he were still in control of his actions, none of this would’ve happened. So, I feel bad for what he’s going through right now and will continue to go through as he deals with the consequences of his actions.
I’m guessing that was Stephan Bonnar’s worst day. I’m guessing his best day was the historic night he fought that epic battle against Forrest Griffin in the finale of The Ultimate Fighter: Season 1. That fight did more for the UFC than any other fight in the organization’s history. Despite losing a close decision to Griffin, Bonnar was also rewarded a UFC contract and went on to have a career worthy of entrance into the UFC Hall of Fame.
Bonnar has never been one to count out in a fight. If he got knocked down, he got back up and kept swinging. So, let’s not count him out now. He got knocked down but let’s assume he’ll get back up. When I got my DUI I wasn’t famous like Bonnar, but I was a cop. I was a role model for some and I was certainly expected to obey the law and behave in a responsible manner deserving of my position. I was working undercover at the time and going through a divorce. Pretending to be a scumbag everyday while trying to deal with a miserable situation at home had me in a bad spot and that night it all came to a head and I had my worst day.
Fortunately, no one was hurt and I was able to get back up and start swinging again. It took a while to earn back the respect I had lost but I didn’t give up and worked at it every day until that day eventually faded from a defining moment to just a footnote. I don’t know what led Bonnar to this moment but as a fan, and as someone who’s gone through what he’s going through now, I wish him the very best and hope he handles himself appropriately from here. If I could give him any advice it would be this. It’s not your worst day that defines you. It’s what you do after your worst day, that defines you. So, get up brother. Keep swinging.