A Short Note To Myself…
Read Also:
…I watched the fight last night. I was the only one amongst my crew with money on Tyson Fury. The rest, jumped on the Ukranian thoroughbred-hoping to ride a battle-tested Wladimir to a Gambler’s Paradise! Nothing new for I have always been a huge supporter of the underdog anyway! I supported the awkward boxer with the childlike exuberance wholeheartedly! I supported him unmindful of his errant, slipping jock and his shorts entirely barred of any sponsorship logo. I had to do a fact-check on Google for the reason for the “PRINCE” embroidered in flamin’ orange in its front and the “VENEZUELA” in its back waist strips respectively. Turned out those were the names of his kids. So cute! And after the fight, during the interviews in the ring when he bursted into an impromptu verse of the popular Aerosmith’s song “I DON’T WANT TO MISS A THING” facing an openly embarrassed blonde; even Lennox Lewis who’s had previous experiences with serious loony-heads in the types of Oliver McCall and Mike Tyson, in the past still moved safely out of harm’s way- at least in readiness for any unscripted meltdown. Turned out my newest champion was just making good on probably a “bedroom” vow he made sometimes to his long-suffering wife. Nevertheless, it was an unprecedented moment in the annals of high prized fights.
That’s it with Tyson Fury, the young dude whose championship begins and ends with just a Boxing title! So what if he’s unified the division! So damn what if he’d beaten Klitshco, a thoroughly safe boxer! A man whose feet were already cast in the stone of age and his jabs, featherweight-like, accursed by the reality of it as well!
Sugabelly is the truest champion of late! She’s an underdog with my money and my flyers riding upon! She’s digging up more living ghosts of our disgraceful past! More than Tyson she’s breaching the tracts of convention- proving to be super-force of nature setting up a tedious avalance and knocking principalities and powers out without throwing jabs or deft with super hooks! This girl is not only believable, she’s damn right unafraid, unashamed and she’s making us all confront ourselves with a shadowy RAPE CULTURE we all know is there, but that which we blow hot and cold to hide, deny and wish could just gently go away!
You can never feel her pain till you have a lovely little girl of your own! You can never understand it till your stupid son perpetually soils your well-tended, well-cultivated name by becoming a Rapist or alleged to be one! Audu, the father was saved by Death’s Bell! Alive his name wasn’t valued much anyway! That name is now an infinite victim of the father’s inordinate ambition and his primordial urge to take all “take-ables” without restraint, checks or foreboding balances. If you are in doubt check again with Bill Cosby!
Once again Tyson did well! SUGABELLY DID A WHOLE LOT BETTER!
***A “SUGABELLY LAW” COULD WELL BE IN THE OFFING, WHO KNOWS! AND IN THE FUTURE WHEN YOU ARE CHARGED UNDER THE SUGABELLY LAW, YOUR LIFE AS A SWAGALICIOUS PUNK MIGHT AS WELL JUST BE OVER!***
