“It was Thursday, October 29th, 2008 and I had evening no-gi practice at my local Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu club. My neck had been sore for a few weeks, but anyone who has spent any amount of time training in a grappling sport knows that this is nothing new – you do your neck bridges and get stronger, then next time you get thrown you won’t tweak your damn neck. What I didn’t know was that this time there was a bomb waiting to go off inside my head…”
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