The first time I ever saw Mike Rose was the day after Nog anaconda choked Heath Herring. I walked into Carlson Gracie and Jeff Neals Fitplex on LaSalle.
I was on my break, and just watching a class. There was a brown belt who was wrecking everyone. Mike Rose walks in, looks like a hobo. Long hair, beard that hasn't been touched in months. He doesn't even use the locker room, he just throws his gi on, fist bumps, and starts to roll.
I say this with all due respect, he made the brown belt look like an amateur. It was fucking beautiful.
Mike just showcased this guy so bad, and I am sure he is a black belt by now, but Mike Rose not only tossed him everywhere on the mat, but managed to look totally disinterested while doing so.
When I think of what jiujitsu is supposed to look like, I think of Mike Rose . It was simply beautiful.
I was on my break, and just watching a class. There was a brown belt who was wrecking everyone. Mike Rose walks in, looks like a hobo. Long hair, beard that hasn't been touched in months. He doesn't even use the locker room, he just throws his gi on, fist bumps, and starts to roll.
I say this with all due respect, he made the brown belt look like an amateur. It was fucking beautiful.
Mike just showcased this guy so bad, and I am sure he is a black belt by now, but Mike Rose not only tossed him everywhere on the mat, but managed to look totally disinterested while doing so.
When I think of what jiujitsu is supposed to look like, I think of Mike Rose . It was simply beautiful.
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