Goodtime Girl
11-11-2007, 05:12 PM
So finally my little brother decided to take interest in boxing - i mean how much more inspiration does this boy need!? I mean - he lives with the damn PAL champion for gods sakes. I mean - every morning at the breakfast table when i'm just sat there with the belt-on eating my rice krispies he's like "can i polish it?" and i'm just waiting for him to ask me another 100 times before i lay the right-cross on him and put him to bed for the night.
So we head down to the gym to get my sweat on and as soon as i walk in, my trainer is like "Yo! Da1, whats up man.. you been on boxing scene?" so i just laugh, but not really, because i don't really laugh, cos i'm so full of hatorade, know what i mean?. So i tell him "yea boss, you know i've been on that mother ****in site - punk ass *****s be saying all kinds a **** about ya boy da1. Got me some major hatorade to lay down on some mother ****ers."
My boss is like "and whose this?" and i tell him that my little brother is wanting to learn the craft thats gonna make Da1 a mother-truckin millionaire cos he's going undefeated for his whole life.
So i put him to work - and the little sonnova ***** can't even do half of what i can do. i tell him that even though he's only 8 he should be able to do 3000 sit ups. I mean - i was doing 3000 sit-ups while i was still being damn breast fed.
Anyway, he starts crying and then i realise that this boy won't ever be a damn champion and i tell him straight. "YOU A LOSER! YOU AIN'T EVER GONNA BE PAL CHAMPION, YOU HEAR!?" and tears are running down his face. But i don't care cos i'm Da1catas man. I tell him "You gonna end up with some L's on yo' proffesional record *****! Like that damn as sucker Shane Mosely!"... and i'm shouting at him "DO YOU WANNA END UP LIKE SHANE MOSELY!?" and he's wailing like "NO!?!? ...no!!...whose Shane Mosely?!" but i've already walked away.
I then went and finished my training session - which entailed me training non-stop for 10 hours then sprinting 15 miles home. When i got home i trained for 8 more hours and went to bed. Which is like 50 times less than what you part-timers are doing. No wonder i got a belt and all you got round your waists is about 200 lbs of fat.
Funny times man.
Don't hate, appreciate.
So we head down to the gym to get my sweat on and as soon as i walk in, my trainer is like "Yo! Da1, whats up man.. you been on boxing scene?" so i just laugh, but not really, because i don't really laugh, cos i'm so full of hatorade, know what i mean?. So i tell him "yea boss, you know i've been on that mother ****in site - punk ass *****s be saying all kinds a **** about ya boy da1. Got me some major hatorade to lay down on some mother ****ers."
My boss is like "and whose this?" and i tell him that my little brother is wanting to learn the craft thats gonna make Da1 a mother-truckin millionaire cos he's going undefeated for his whole life.
So i put him to work - and the little sonnova ***** can't even do half of what i can do. i tell him that even though he's only 8 he should be able to do 3000 sit ups. I mean - i was doing 3000 sit-ups while i was still being damn breast fed.
Anyway, he starts crying and then i realise that this boy won't ever be a damn champion and i tell him straight. "YOU A LOSER! YOU AIN'T EVER GONNA BE PAL CHAMPION, YOU HEAR!?" and tears are running down his face. But i don't care cos i'm Da1catas man. I tell him "You gonna end up with some L's on yo' proffesional record *****! Like that damn as sucker Shane Mosely!"... and i'm shouting at him "DO YOU WANNA END UP LIKE SHANE MOSELY!?" and he's wailing like "NO!?!? ...no!!...whose Shane Mosely?!" but i've already walked away.
I then went and finished my training session - which entailed me training non-stop for 10 hours then sprinting 15 miles home. When i got home i trained for 8 more hours and went to bed. Which is like 50 times less than what you part-timers are doing. No wonder i got a belt and all you got round your waists is about 200 lbs of fat.
Funny times man.
Don't hate, appreciate.