So I've told you over and over again that B has been boxing at a gym for work out purposes. I've gone and watched him and it's all cool and stuff but it's just been practice. It's all been about the work out. I'm OK with that. I'm a fan of work outs.
But I have to tell you, I am not a fan of violence and he knows this. A while back, he accepted a challenge and he will be boxing...for real...tomorrow. In a ring. With another dude. Punching and stuff. The hype is out there and people are coming to watch. Much to his surprise, I will be attending this violence-fest! How can I not be there?
You see, if he wins, I must gloat. If he gets hurt, I must be there to fix him. If he loses, I must be there to pump him up. If he throws that danged shoulder out again, I have to be there to solicit someone else to pop it back in to place (I can't do it, it grosses me out...ask him about our trip to Pensacola!).
I'm pretty confident he'll win. He's a strong booger despite his size (in my eyes he's huge but apparently that's not the case in the "real" world). He's strong though, and no one can deny that. Wish us BOTH luck tomorrow. He needs it for his fight and I need it for my sanity.
I'm sure that if that guy hits my husband too hard, I'll have the urge to jump in and fish slap him. B told me that is unacceptable. Heaven help me! Thank goodness I have a new camera to keep me busy. He wants lots of photos and video. I'll busy myself with that during the fight and hopefully mind my p's and q's.
Send sparkles that he wins and sparkles that I can contain myself. I know he'll get hit at some point and I know I'll have the urge to fish slap!
I'll be back to report after the fight!