I turn on fight sports. Like I do damn near every night.
My dad could box his ass off. He always had the fights on.
That was what got to me the most about my father's passing a year back. He and I were talking more. I forgot how much I loved hearing him talk boxing. He saw so many details the average fan wouldn't see.
One day we were talking classic fights and he was sending me YouTube clips. The next day he couldn't even talk he was so sick. And I never got to talk to him again.
Be kind to your folks, man. My dad and I had our differences, but I still regret the times he and I didn't talk much.
I put on Whittaker vs. Wallace 🔥 🥊 🇬🇧.
Fight sports strip away a lot of the bullshit that drives me insane in ordinary life. Two people agreed to be there. The rules are explicit. The stakes are visible. If someone is tired, scared, hurt, underprepared, brilliant, disciplined, reckless, whatever—it shows. There’s very little room for everyone to talk themselves into a different version of what happened.
Whittaker is being a pompous ass, and I love it. People hate these fighters, but I'm all about young working men getting their money. Floyd Mayweather played the villain and got paid. Muhammad Ali played the villain and got paid. You can't knock a young man for following a template that worked.
Boxing fans can say they hate it, but it's their own damn fault. They didn't buy Andre Ward pay-per-views. Now, this is what they get.
Man. Whittaker and Wallace get into a legit firefight late. 🔥
Wallace, a middle-class athlete, exposed Whittaker's gas tank and chin tonight. Whittaker might have gotten the win, but there is no chance this man beats a technician like Beterbiev or Bivol. I'm betting the house if they fight.
Catch some October baseball ⚾. It's a beautiful time of the year.
Sleep until noon. Wake up and run some errands. Call my brother and mother. Cook up some eggs. Make a pot of coffee. Fire up some tournaments. Drop five buy-ins in the $1,000,000 Guaranteed without cashing. That went well.
Feed my cat. She don't give a shit how I'm running. She's still going to tell me what time it is.
I cash a $55 Bounty...barely.
And then I bust even more tournaments. Fun night.
It happens. You become a professional when nights like this don't piss you off or change your play.