Fighting In and Outside of the Ring... Sunday, July 21

He's not a bad husband, he's just not being so good today.

They're not bad people parking in our parking spots, they're just bad manner parkers.

It's not a bad life, it's just a bad day.

This is what I told myself today to get myself out of a rut I had found myself in.

Last night I had a full-out street chase down my street shortly after 1am when I spotted some kids trying to steal my scooter.  The first (and last time) it was stolen I was in Canada and, while I was dealing with having to bury my mother, Snickers called me to tell me I had yet something else sad to deal with.  So last night, when I spotted some young university kids trying to steal Gotti, instantly a flood of previous feelings surfaced and I was ticked.  "NO ONE steals Gotti... again" and with that I raced out the door and down the street in inappropriate clothes and no shoes on.  I chased them down the street to where they separated.  I went for the closest one, grabbed him by the shirt and gave him one good punch.  I knew full well I was going to punch him because in addition to him making me chase him he now had made me and my sports bra and leggings a public spectacle.  Upon punching him, he stumbled back and fell.  Next thing I knew it I was in a taxi with this kid, racing him to the hospital because of the gash he just scored in the back of his head.

I knew he now knew where I lived and knew my scooter so I was afraid of him coming back to cause me more problems or even sending the cops after me, that's why I went to the hospital with him.  With me holding a pro license, getting into any kind of fight outside of the ring could score me jail time.  I wasn't going to let that happened so after he got a couple of stitches I made him get back into a taxi with me and tell the taxi to drop him off at home.  I walked him right to his door, watched him open it with his key and then I told him if he ever so much as even breathed on my scooter again I'd come to his house with my people.  "Sweet dreams", I told him as I winked and then walked away.

No sooner did I get back in the taxi but then Snickers and other friends started texting and calling me.  They had seen that I had checked in at the hospital via FourSquare.  When I arrived at home Panty Boy the Original was sitting on my steps, eager to hear what the heck had happened.  "I'll go deal with him!" he told me.  Instantly I burst out laughing, knowing full well that Panty Boy the Original would never punch anyone.  With his underwear modeling deal he's so super afraid of anything or anyone marking up his pretty boy face.  

So that was my last night and it ended around 5am this morning.  I wasn't in the mood for more drama but I was definitely easily aggitated today right from the get-go.  I didn't get much sleep and then when Snickers still hadn't returned from his scuba diving trip he went on last night I then had to open the boxing club by myself.  I was working on lack of sleep, totally annoyed by Snickers' buddies deciding to not drive him home which totally inconvenienced me, and then I had all these random parkers parking in our club's parking lot.  I can't stand it when they play dumb and are like, "Oh really, sorry I didn't know."  You didn't know what, I always wonder.  You didn't know that that 6ft by 5ft sign you parked in front of that sports a very clear and to the point message in Korean writing means no parking here.  Did you think it meant no parking on the wall it's posted on or what?!  Like seriously people.  I've resorted to making my own no parking stickers and double-side taping them to the car windows.

I seriously wanted to call it a day when all of a sudden Panty Boy Jr. [different than the original] showed up at Hulk's and he came with a buddy.  I've met this buddy of his before -- a good looking young married man who apparently was a four year reining Korean medalist in amateur boxing.  I've heard lots about him but had yet to see him train.  Well, I didn't see him train today but, better yet, I got to see him spar today.  Hello awesome!!!  I think I've officially found my new favourite Korean boxer -- 송대현.  Unlike me, he's an outboxer who constantly keeps his guard down and relays on leaning back to avoid his opponent's punches. Occasionally he would tuck himself in real close to his opponent, let his opponent get in some body shots but it was only to let them exhaust their self because he'd belt out a couple of hard hits -- clean, solid hard hits!!!  He looked so comfortable in the ring and just so impossible to hit.  I was surely impressed as were the others watching.  It was a very bloody sparring match though, one of which intimidated the rest of us and left us a bit nervous to train beside him after such a wicked sparring match as that.  

My bad day was instantly turned around.  I got to see one of my long-standing teammates spar and I met a new favourite boxer who is now a new friend of mine too on Facebook.  The only bad part of it was that I then had to get the mop out and mop up all the blood... woozers.