WTF Roy Jones!

OK, (breathe calmly) WTF Roy!!!  You coulda fought betta then that I know!!!!  See I paid for the fight I can say that!!! Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed the show between the 2 a yous, but seriously, you didn’t really put up a fight until you got madd which led me to believe you was bullshiting!!!  Bhop don’t think I aint going in on you – jus TTB !!! (THATs THAT BULLSHIT)  But ima give it to you, you was fighting!!! With or without the point deduction or the TTB you was winning!!!  Regardless I don’t care what anybody say I wouldn’t miss the fight for the world!!!  Bhop is HILARIOUS!!!  That intro was CLASSIC just hilarious!!!!!  His intro was soooo long, I mean did they even do a National Anthem?????  Alls i remember is the Ladies in the ring looking like the supremes i thought they was really goin sing the National Anthem, but when they started singing wit wanna be Frank Sinatra I WAS DONE!!!  I just can’t stop laughing!!!!  Roy even had to laugh at that – PRICELESS!

The final bell

Well i must apologize for not informing you the spat with my mother didn’t last long we had so much catching up to do i forgot to tell the world of blogging we made up, well, she made up cuz i wasn’t tripping, SHE WAS!!!!  But as the good things were resurfacing, the bad things were taking a toll.  The death of Vernon Forrest did not only hit home, it hit hard!!!  I couldn’t even blog on it!!!  He was such a good friend, fighter, person… I mean, the list goes on.  Being a girl fighter you get the oooo’s and ahhh’s  – “can we go out”, “can i train you” type shit!!  NOT VERNON!!!  For me, Vernon sat down and explained how important a jab was, gave pointers on how to hit the speed bag, looked after you at the club to make sure everyone new you was a friend of his even checked in wit you to make sure you were ok before he left, and i’m not talking bout drinks, i’m talking about safety, ride home, walk to car – whatever he looked out.  He genuinely cared…  So many people were truly affected by his passing, me being one of them.  Every time i see his picture on the news i have to stop myself  because i realize i’m in the process of picking up the phone to call him, having to remind myself that this is because he is no longer with us not because of a win or an upcoming fight.  His funeral was beautiful!!!  Bishop Eddie Long gave a touching and very moving sermon, I needed to hear every word of it!!!  But I must say I think my heart really goes out to Buddy McGirt, I mean he had to deal with Gatti’s passing now Vernon’s.  I wanted to just give him a hug at the funeral, and so did everyone else from the amount of hugs he was already getting.  I keep telling myself that now is the time to continue to be blessed and to love Vernon in spirit – god knows he will not be forgotten!  Vernon will truly be missed!!!!!

memories

Okay here’s the situation my mother is obviously upset with me because she has not answer my calls since last Saturday, what happen last Saturday you ask?  Well she got to talking bout how my step father (who we will refer to as “a man”) and his kids, basically implying how her kids are sooo much better well 1. Were not 2. I could care less and I just put it out there, yes I probably should have let it go but you know what fuck that because I have let that shit go long enough she needs to know and understand that he was a bad man back then, I don’t think he is that bad now but I really don’t give a fuck either way! I think he may have faced his demons without me having to point it out – thank god!…… I really do thank god because I still don’t associate or speak to him even though he has tried, the only way I know how to forgive “a man” is to put it in gods hand … But I don’t wish to be put on a pedestal every time she mentions his kids or how he raises his grandkids – shit!!!! get over it… My mother and “a man” don’t live together, yes, same neighborhood but not together, so therefore it ain”t her business nor mind what he does or how he does It – period! But when you [my mother] think the job you did was soooo much better I gotta stand correct – god and only god watched over ME – I had the help and assistance from many family members ( at times ) and lots of homies (all the time) so I had to remind her that when I was little (since birth) I couldn’t wait til the police would arrive!!!! She was CONTANTLY getting hit, cut, you name it, so when the police came I would wish they would take me away!!!! I would pray and pray that they would see me but I always had to “go lay down” they [my mother/“a man”] musta knew what I was planning! I used to plan, the minute the police would see me I would yell out “don’t leave me!!!! pleasssse take me!!!!” See, I knew it was not suppose to be like this!!!! God use to speak to me when I was little – call me crazy but I still remember when I was crawling and she [my mother] was getting her ass beat up stairs with the tv guide during the day, if I’m correct it was a Saturday afternoon, even when I was a baby I knew he was bad man! One time, The “a man” was laying down on the sofa in the front room [living room] by the front door, many homes in Detroit had big glass windows in the front, “a man” had me laying down on his chess, I was on my stomach, I was really little not even able to walk and I remember holding my head up and then back down and I bit the shit out of him!!!! U think I’m lying or making up some shit, ask him!! My mother tells me “IMPOSSIBLE u were to little to remember that you must of heard someone tell that story” NOPE, one time I began to tell the story in detail in front of the both of them, lets just say their expressions were of indescribable amazement… So I probably should’ve stopped while I was on the phone with her but I didn’t, mainly because she just couldn’t get the point I was trying to make so I continued to tell her how as a CHILD I thought and new “a man” was mean ass motherfucker he didn’t fear my uncles, my grandfather, not even the police I hated him!!! ………….But ironically he never hit me, he hit my sister once – I think – but mostly made my mother do it so needless to say she [my sister] was always over my grandmothers house, my sister was only 3 yrs older than me but it didn’t matter I was always with my mother, I use to think it was because I had to protect her, but shit what was I goin do, mind you were talking birth til 9yrs old, yep I still remember….. So anyway, TODAY I tried to call my mother again and she still has not answered, the nerve of her not to be speaking to me, but I’m not even going to participate in that bullshit – she’s my mother I love her I’ll be damn if I don’t call her if she doesn’t want to answer so be it, I probably should regret the dose of reality I gave her but I don’t! SORRY! I’m not going to continue to allow her bullshit to hold me back any longer, I’m not pointing the finger or playing the blame game now don’t get me wrong its not all her fault I take full responsibility!!! Hell, look at me now – I feel like I’m chasing a dream that probably doesn’t exist but you know what – I don’t care!!!!!!!!!! I’d rather die trying………. moe

The Heart of Lions

I just don’t know what to say or how to say it…when the name Arturo Gatti comes to mind after hearing of his death my heart just stops… After Michael Jackson, Steve McNair, and Farrah Fawcett I was hoping nothing else would come along to be as jaw dropping or saddening, I know – naïve of me – but some things are just not worth maturing over… It just saddens me so much that he’s gone… I have always been a fan of him! There are many reasons why I fight and many reasons why I love sports, Arturo Gatti is definitely one of them!!! I know haven’t been able to say much lately, I mean I love to blog, but honestly I’m limited to what I really wanna say especially when I really wanna say it… but I had to blog after hearing of Gatti’s death, I honestly just don’t understand how, in this world, we have such a lack of concern for human life… I guess it shouldn’t shock me so much – I used to be just like that… WELL, let me add – I thought I wanted to be like that! And many times even thought I was suppose to be like that!!!! Thank God I had the courage, mind and the heart to except FAITH!!!!!!!!! I know its kind of a contradiction – on one hand I fight and on the other hand I wont even watch local news because I get so emotional… I guess that’s my way of having balance in life… You know, what hurts the most is that I will never get the opportunity to tell him how great I thought he was, even when he lost a fight – his heart still won it, he and Micky Ward had the heart of lions!!!!!!!!! And yes, I really thought someday I’d get that opportunity to tell him how great I thought he was, why wouldn’t I… I got it with Ali, moe

Defeat is never easy

Well, i lost my fight on May 22, not only did i lose it seemed like i didnt even show up!  Put it this way i talked to yah yah today, just to let him know i would be back in the gym tomorrow and not only was this the 1st time he has spoken to me since i lost but he said “i thought you committed suicide after that performance”, you gotta love the guy!  I could only respond the best way i know how, “fuck u yah yah and im fightin on july 3rd“, he laughs and says ok.  Now my trainer is currently in Germany with Ced Boswell on the Klitchko card for June 20th, once Ced gets this win hopefully the match up will be between him and Klitchko for the World Title, yep im going to the fight!  Ive already spoken to my trainer while hes in Germany, and he knows im coming.  But most importantly i gotta get my ass back in the gym, i know my mistakes and must correct them fast, been doing this too long to make those kinda mistakes just wasnt me in the ring that day, hope that person never shows up again!  In my mind it really wasnt about me losing, it was the fact i let my trainer down, that is such a horrible feeling, that hurt me more than the punches i took.  Ofcourse he was very supportive but i could see the disappointment in his eyes.  Overall im glad i fought but one thing will never change – defeat is never easy!!!!

“The real training”

Ok, i have to admit, i’ve being trying to post since the end of april to let everyone know in the blog world the real training has started, yes i have a club bout on May 22.  Since that time i have had… numerous fits, emotional breakdowns, hell I just flat out walked out the gym.  Lets not forget the many episodes of nausea, overheating, near passout tiredness, muscle cramps, neck spasms, sore elbow and all the protein a girl can eat!  Did i mention “the real training” has started?  I guess your probably saying i should be used to this by now, huh?  NOT!!!!  This is on a whole different level!  A much needed level i must admit, and truly blessed to be on, but if i could record a weeks workout at the gym i swear i could have the #1 rated reality show in america!!!  You think i’m joking, i’m dead serious!!!!  Now some things are down right funny, like when yah-yah decided to sparr king will on his knees, PRICELESS!  You just had to see it to believe it 🙂 moe

slumdog

I’m back!!!  Was gonna post after i saw the Winky Wright fight, just didn’t feel like writing after i saw that fight.  The best part of the whole night was when my uncle called and we watch the entire fight start to finish together over the phone.  Now that conversation was commentating at its best!!!  At the moment i now have the flu, so i’ve been in the bed since 7pm friday and i gotta tell ya it sucks to be sick!!!  So i have these movies from blockbuster 1 being “slumdog millionaire”  and i must say brilliant, just brilliant, loved every minute of it!  But i have to admit i will take “Rocky II” over and over again screaming “GET UP ROCKY!!!” every time in a heart beat!!!  Guess its just the fighter in me.  People always say to me “I bet your favorite movie is Million Dollar Baby”, Uhhhhh—-NOT!!!  I hate that movie!!!  God do i hate that movie!!!  Ok, female fighter loses fight gets put in the hospital loses leg bites tongue family comes to visit from disney land with hopes to take her money and then trainer kills her, hmmm.  As a writer great movie, as a female fighter that is NOT what i would call inspiring.  Rocky II…Now thats a great f–king movie!!!

April 22, 1994

April 22, 1994 the 1st south paw to win the Heavyweight Title.  Bell rings, 12thround, diggin to the body, Teddy Atlas screamin from the corner,  :20 left, double jab connects opening the cut for the bloody UPSET!  Even after going down in the  2nd round, Michael Moorer gives only the second loss to the career ofIvander Holyfield who just won the Heavyweight Title 5mons earlier by defeating Riddick Bowe.  Damn, what a fight!  I know some may argue Holyfield was not at his best but, im sorry, he was STILL A BEAST!  Still a serious threat that day to any fighter who got in the ring, im sorry.  Now , i just dont remember Ivander lookin sooo rough though.  Dangggg, he looked liked the cookie monster in the face!!!  All that facial hair wit no hair cut, Whaatttssss uuupppp with thaaaaat???  WOW, im just blown away by that!  Now he will always have a good physical appearance but his conditioning didnt look quite like the Ivander we were used to.  Now Mike, i always knew he’d be the champ, he would come to the house to see my sister and i would always run to the door like i stole something, greeting him immediately (as if he was there to see me) with my hands up, ready for my rematch from the last visit, he’d back me up, (front door wide open) all the way to the living room, my sister screamin in the background “stop it he’s tired he just came from the gym, go close the door”, door still open, mike and me eye to eye continue our “showdown” his face brused up from obvious sparring, I DIDNT CARE!!!…and for the record neither did he, he knew i was determined to land a punch – ok lets just say im still determined :)…   But as i watch tonight, I notice how he had the most beautiful jab, just a work of art.  Mike was always good at keeping his hands up, good boxing stands,  just an awesome fighter in his day, Ivander too.  But with Mike, hell a young Teddy Atlas was training him, NUFF said.  Man, you just dont see em like this anymore, This fight is definitely a classic!!!  Just what i needed to see after 2hrs in the gym with my trainer, you gotta love it, thank you ESPN Classic!!!  By the way when Teddy sits on the stool after the bell rings to end the round, Mike goes back to his corner teddy wont let him sit down, yelling at him “Do you want me to fight?  When you goin start fightin?” the look on Mikes face when he turned around and seen Teddy on that stool, so he just standing there, its like the 7th round or something in a title fight, hilarious!!!  Or when Teddy said, “If you goin fight like that in this round, Don’t come back to the corner!”.  I love you Teddy!!!!

omg!! Im blogging

ok, now i must say im the most private person there is.  Extremely outgoing but veryyy private if that makes any sense (ok it doesnt)  so thats pretty much a tiny dose of me! (lol)  So for me to blog is the coolest but yet the most uncomfortable s#*% ive ever done.  I love to talk, well ok i was told “i am so hott at conversation” which preeettyyy much means i talk too much.  So with that being said i love to talk just not about me!  WHY? u ask… Well havent really came up with a good reason yet, but honestly i would rather you see what im doing or what ive done, then me saying what im gonna do or telling you what id like to do.  I guess it just leaves too much room for other to input (lol).  I know doesnt make sense because blogging leaves nothing but room for others to input, a simple case of the ying and yang whatever there ya have it  – IM BLOGGING BABY!!!