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« on: May 03, 2012, 09:47:20 pm »

Chapter 3:  WTF....

      So... main event time... I WAS PUMPED!!!  Grin... my adrenaline was kickin' in good... I was lookin' around at everybody in the bar sayin' to myself... "I can whoop anybody in here tonight!!!"   Grin  ... about that time, over the loud speaker, the announcer called out for "any contestants signed up for the boxing tournament tonight, please make your way to the rear of the building for paperwork and fight rules"...
.... Man, I handed my beer to my wife, got a kiss, hopped up and started to "strut" through the crowd, all the while looking across the whole bar for "my fellow patrons" that should also be making their way to the back... but, there were none..... strangely...  Undecided     ... for a good while I actually thought I might be going to the "wrong" rear of the building.... all the way to that door, I was the ONLY person to make a move to go to the pre-fight meeting... man I shoulda known better HAHA   Grin

... as I pushed through the doors I was greeted by the blank stare of about 30 men, dressed in silk boxing shorts, laced boxing shoes, taped hands, flat noses, cauliflower ears.... the silence was absolutely deafening... my gut told me to turn the f#ck around, say "I was just looking for the pisser", go take a seat by my friends and drink my beer....

BUT.... that old foe named "pride" had other ideas lol....   Grin    ... the fight manager asked me how much I weighed, at which point, I was all in... like it or not HAHA... in my wranglers and cowboy hat no less  Grin

... I had a seat while the manager said some things about purse money, $200 PER FIGHT, put on a good show.... blah, blah, blah... the whole while, these sombitches were sizing me up.... obviously confused why a "boxer" would come to a money fight in blue-jeans and a cowboy hat... man, I must say, it gave me the initial psychological advantage HAHAHA....  Grin   ... little did they know, I was about as far from a boxer as one could get at that time... I may have looked the part, but I damn sure wasn't prepared to box with a trained boxer... but, WHAT THE HELL... "I can take a whippin' ".... that's what I told myself anyways...  Grin

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