I’m feeling a little manic this morning. Could it be that I ate a peanut butter and jelly pastry square for breakfast?
Anyway, I’ve posted this video before, but here it is again, in case you were wondering—you don’t give a shit—why I get so emotional about boxing.
It’s because my dad, when I was little, used to bind up our hands, put boxing gloves on them, and then lock us in the basement so that we would fight until one of us got knocked down…or my mother found out.
Put boxing gloves on my sister and I, and we’ll box it out today, even if we’re wearing Gucci belts and $500 dresses (see the above).
I just got all emotional about Katie Taylor fighting, so I called my dad at work. Without knowing her, I think he’s more proud of Katie Taylor than he’s ever been of me.
“Are you watching the fight?” I asked him.
“What fight? The American girl?” he said.
“No, Katie Taylor!” I said.
Then he hung up the phone on me. A few minutes later, he called me back. “Where are you watching the fights?” he said.
“I’m streaming them online,” I said.
“I am trying to figure that out at work, but it’s not working,” he said.
“Love you,” I told him.
“GRRMPHH,” he barked. Then he hung up the phone again.
