I got stopped in the first round one time, by a guy that I was actually head and shoulders above skill wise.
Your right about the frame of mind having to be correct, in this fight needless to say my mind was not straight.
I had quit fighting for a big part because of this girl. We were supposed to be getting married in the future and I thought honestly that nothing could seperate us. Because of different happenings in the recent past I had decided to walk away from the fighting and thats when she just happened to walk away from me. So this fight occured like 10 months to a year later and I was still heart broken and just miserable. I figured that if I was to fight again that she would surely return and our love would continue. So I call her up and invite her to the fight but she wanted no part of being there. So after I hear this i didnt much want to be there either but I had already given my word that I would fight so i pretty much had to.
I remember sitting in the dressing room at Cobo arena in Detroit. The room was so cold and I didnt want to be around anybody, not my trainer or any of the other fighters waiting their turn to throw.
So this guy Im going to fight was one that I was familiar with. We had worked many times in the gym and I always handled him just fine. He was a heavy handed puncher but my skill was just too much for him to deal with. He was actually one of Jackies fighters so at the press conference for the show Jackie got up behind the mic and said how she couldnt believe that one of her fighters was going to fight me and how I had always been like a son to her. I shook my head at the comment not wanting to show emotion but she was right, she had always been like a mom away from a mom to me.
So anyway Im sitting in this locker room and Im gloved and ready to head out. My mind suddenly became my worst enemy. My girl wasnt there, Jackie was involved on the other side of the fence and quit honestly I just wanted to get this over with, I didnt even want to be there. My gameplan before getting to Cobo was ofcourse to box, use my legs and my jab and set it all up.
The bell rings and we get moving around and Im able to touch him easily with my jabs. So Im rolling around and I vividly remember saying to myself, **** this man, lets just get it over with. So I roll in with a jab and drop and nice right hand behind it. The shot lands as I watch his eyes roll up looking at his brain. I jump in with a hook and he grabs me holding on tightly. From previous commands of my trainer I throw him to the canvas. Normally thats where Id stop on the fouling but I was so, well just angry, that I punched him on top of his head. The crowd went nuts at me booing and hissing and all. I smiled and waved from the corner at the crowd as the referee warned me not to do it again. So he says to box and I roll in throwing a hard right hand to end the fight. His hook, or atleast thats what they tell me, happened to land first. The next thing I know Im pulling myself from the canvas with the middle rope and the refs on 4 or 5. I look into the crowd and their going crazy. I take the 8 count and roll right back into the war. He caught me again and the ref stopped it.
99 times out of 100 I win this fight. But rolling into the fight with the frame of mind that I had it seems that anybody would have beaten me that night. You can be the best at something yet if your mind is not on the same page, well things will just happen.....................Rockin'
Your right about the frame of mind having to be correct, in this fight needless to say my mind was not straight.
I had quit fighting for a big part because of this girl. We were supposed to be getting married in the future and I thought honestly that nothing could seperate us. Because of different happenings in the recent past I had decided to walk away from the fighting and thats when she just happened to walk away from me. So this fight occured like 10 months to a year later and I was still heart broken and just miserable. I figured that if I was to fight again that she would surely return and our love would continue. So I call her up and invite her to the fight but she wanted no part of being there. So after I hear this i didnt much want to be there either but I had already given my word that I would fight so i pretty much had to.
I remember sitting in the dressing room at Cobo arena in Detroit. The room was so cold and I didnt want to be around anybody, not my trainer or any of the other fighters waiting their turn to throw.
So this guy Im going to fight was one that I was familiar with. We had worked many times in the gym and I always handled him just fine. He was a heavy handed puncher but my skill was just too much for him to deal with. He was actually one of Jackies fighters so at the press conference for the show Jackie got up behind the mic and said how she couldnt believe that one of her fighters was going to fight me and how I had always been like a son to her. I shook my head at the comment not wanting to show emotion but she was right, she had always been like a mom away from a mom to me.
So anyway Im sitting in this locker room and Im gloved and ready to head out. My mind suddenly became my worst enemy. My girl wasnt there, Jackie was involved on the other side of the fence and quit honestly I just wanted to get this over with, I didnt even want to be there. My gameplan before getting to Cobo was ofcourse to box, use my legs and my jab and set it all up.
The bell rings and we get moving around and Im able to touch him easily with my jabs. So Im rolling around and I vividly remember saying to myself, **** this man, lets just get it over with. So I roll in with a jab and drop and nice right hand behind it. The shot lands as I watch his eyes roll up looking at his brain. I jump in with a hook and he grabs me holding on tightly. From previous commands of my trainer I throw him to the canvas. Normally thats where Id stop on the fouling but I was so, well just angry, that I punched him on top of his head. The crowd went nuts at me booing and hissing and all. I smiled and waved from the corner at the crowd as the referee warned me not to do it again. So he says to box and I roll in throwing a hard right hand to end the fight. His hook, or atleast thats what they tell me, happened to land first. The next thing I know Im pulling myself from the canvas with the middle rope and the refs on 4 or 5. I look into the crowd and their going crazy. I take the 8 count and roll right back into the war. He caught me again and the ref stopped it.
99 times out of 100 I win this fight. But rolling into the fight with the frame of mind that I had it seems that anybody would have beaten me that night. You can be the best at something yet if your mind is not on the same page, well things will just happen.....................Rockin'
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