Oi, Athletes. Did anyone else start shadowboxing as this McGregor fight draws near?
I have roughly 35 minutes to relay my egotistical athletic banter regarding this historic Super Fight and how it has affected me. The emotions I’m going through right now can only be brought up by the heat and heart of competition. An ‘Eye of the Tiger’ frequency, no doubt.
I love it.
Today I called the three friends whom I share ring side MMA experience, to inquire on how they felt about tonight’s fight. I wasn’t a fighter. I was their photographer. But I’ve witnessed the Gladiatorial battles up close and personal; and with a focused lens.

Today, while son #2 was napping, I spent the 30 minutes catching up on highlight reels of Conor McGregor and Mr. Mayweather dominating their arenas along with a few analysts from both sides declaring their reasons for an obvious victory.
I am thrilled to watch this spectacle unfold. But why?
I don’t study boxing and I don’t regularly watch UFC. I wasn’t that great of an athlete so I never made it to any great stage. I was an undersized point guard in basketball and have an even more undersized knowledge of the Irish. Why do I care about this fight?

I know why. It’s because I’ve zoomed in on broken bones and shared the triumphs of victory from a friend who had his rounds in the octagon. I know how much hard work and diligence goes into training the body to it’s ultimate potential. I never did it but I was around the fighters who have.
The passion to be victorious is just too real for some reason regarding this ‘fight of the century.’ And the sheer confidence beaming from each warrior is contagious.
This afternoon, I meditated, and then I shadowboxed.
I felt the pulse of the battlefield while taking on cancer. I’ve heard the wet smack as a body smashes to the canvas. Regardless of who wins tonight, thank you both for giving me this ol’ feeling again.
With my fists, I beat the shit out of my shadow today. May as well been the devil.

Amen

