Since we’re all pretending Arman making 145 won’t turn him into a walking skeleton, let's talk about the "sport" of dehydrating yourself until your brain bounces off your skull. Why do we keep acting like the guy who can survive the most organ failure before the weigh-in is the better fighter? Does anyone actually want to see 125lb ghosts fighting, or should we just admit we like watching people suffer for our Sunday entertainment? Genuine question: at what point does a weight class become a suicide pact?