When I was a young man I would work year round in my community to put money in my pocket. In the summer I would work on construction sites with my stepfather. In the fall I would rake and bundle leaves.
The reality of our situation makes the cage the only spot that freedom’s light shines. I will do anything for the opportunity to experience freedom’s warmth. The draw of other tangibles cease to appeal once that leap is made. It’s a fun ride!
A young lady said to me recently, “You are socially awkward.” I, of course, responded, “That’s because I haven’t been socialized.” Free thinking, optimistic, faithfully ambitious people are social, not socialized.
I think about the sound that it made when Heath Herring punched my brother in the face. I could hear it clearly from 60 rows up at the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas. That was Brad’s last fight in the UFC, over four years ago.
Lost but not forgotten. Just like riding a bicycle, fighting is something that if embraced and learned is never truly lost. Timing may go in and out like an old Accord, but the instinct and gameness are forever there.