Somewhere between the blood, the sand, and the smell of ocean air…
The last few weeks have been a full-tilt blur—a deranged carousel of fists, sweat, split decisions, and unexpected highway hauls. The kind of stretch that makes your head spin and your liver whisper “please, God, not again.”
We went from cornering savages in the ring to crashing a last-minute road trip—celebrating my Pop’s 81st birthday like true American outlaws: good food, wild stories, and a touch of class. Rolled it all into a preemptive Mother’s Day for the two sainted women who hold this chaos together.
Back in the trenches—Christian threw down at Legends, all fire and fury.
Then came Rising Stars, where Billy and Joshua lit the damn place on fire.
Billy? Controlled the first two rounds like a general. Third round? We gave it to our opponent out of generosity or pity (or exhaustion 🤣). Somehow… a split decision. Absurd.
Joshua? Jesus. A five-round war. All the old warhorses in the building—coaches, announcers, hell even the other corner—knew he won it. Four rounds to one. Judges gave it away like a rigged poker hand in a smoky Reno dive. Another split….. this time against…
And just like that, we hit the gas and escaped to Carmel—dogs on the sand, salt in the air, sun bouncing off the waves like some divine mirror. Took my dad to Pebble Beach, let him soak in that old magic. Beauty and madness, war and peace, wrapped into one furious life.
The road never ends. The fight never sleeps.
You either ride the chaos, or the chaos rides you.
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