Philip Marbut ~ November 12, 1985 – July 15, 2012

When you train, sweat, and bleed with someone and experience the highs of victory an the lows of defeat like we are accustomed to with our sport you develop a bond unlike anything else in the world. We know each others strengths, weaknesses, and breaking points. We learn to trust ourselves to our coaches and our teammates (sometimes almost blindly) and lift each other up when we are weak. We treat one another like family and get to understand each others quirks and personalities and overcome difficulty together. We melt together and take on parts of one another and synchronize on a whole different level. We push each other until we are absolutely broken and then pick each other up and hug like blood family.

There is no way for someone on the “outside” to know how much love and respect we have for our brothers and our team. I tell my boys I love them every single day without fail. They are everything to me. I am devastated to my core about our loss. Some of us have gone our separate ways and chosen different paths in both training and in life but that doesn’t change the time we spent,the reps we’ve logged and the hours, days, months, and years we’ve spent together in the ever-continuing break/build lifestyle we lead. I can’t say enough about Philip and I feel like a piece of me is gone too. I hate to see such a good guy have to go and I hate even more this feeling of helplessness. I wish words existed to provide some comfort to his family.

We’re all adrenaline junkies and I know that we all flirt with danger or even death routinely (I know i sure do) but when something like this happens it puts things into a whole new perspective for us and our loved ones. We aren’t guaranteed tomorrow so I encourage all of our people to treat each other, each day, like it may be the last time you see them. Show love, express gratitude, share kisses and hugs, give forgiveness, and hold no regrets later on.

I could go on and on but I’ll close with this. Our lil brother Philip was a special guy and I want us all to share a few memories on here no matter how small, big, funny, sad, etc it might be. We love you “mongoose” and your memory we will carry with us forever. Thx for leaving some special memories on our hearts and in our minds, you were one of a kind. Love you brother, AK-



4 responses

  1. Bill Pierce

    Phillip was a “class act”‘ in every sense of the word. A true competitor and warrior in the cage while always maintaining a humble and down to earth attitude. Already stated this on various comments but it is worth repeating. Phillip was a gifted athlete and true intellectual without ever becoming conceited in the least. Many of todays athletes could learn a valuable life lesson from the way he conducted himself. You will be missed sir!!

    July 17, 2012 at 2:05 pm

  2. Howie

    I am going to share a moment that I had with Phil that is impossible for me to ever forget. Years ago when me and him were sparring, he landed a perfectly timed shin kick to my nose. I started to go in to throw him and he read me perfectly, as I was coming in on him he side-stepped and threw his kick. It connected right in the middle of my nose and sent me crashing down on my face. OH man was I ever seeing stars, not too mention the blood involved. And to think he was wearing shin pads! Of course Philip being the awesome guy he was, was only concerned about me being ok. He immediately picked me up and kept saying “Man I am sorry.” My reply was “No dude you timed that perfect good job.” To this day I have never been hit harder than Philip “The Mongoose” Marbut.

    July 18, 2012 at 8:33 am

  3. I only knew Philip for a short time, and am so saddened from his passing. I’m going to place some flowers and his picture up at where the accident happened, theres been a cross put there, hope nobody minds, but I’d like to print this article out and put it with his picture. Philip touched my heart and because of his passing has changed my life. I miss him deeply and the thought of never seeing him again or talking with him breaks my heart.

    August 2, 2012 at 8:54 am

  4. Christine Craig

    Hi baby. I carry you with me every second of every day
    I wear your ring with pride. I miss you so much. I love you baby and I know you will be waiting for me. When its my turn I will come to you running. Keep looking at me as you always did and do. I’ll see you when I see you. Our love lives on…always.

    September 10, 2012 at 10:31 pm

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