Boxing

That is how you work it out, that’s what brings you around. A little boom, boom, pow! Cat and dog have met, and our little Sola, has slapped the dog and hissed that has the poor dog looking so beaten. She wants a pal, but it takes time. I have felt beaten lately myself, waiting for the second wind in the final rounds, I could use the smelling salts about now. I keep tapping gloves with my opposition, but can’t get in there with for the temple shot. Everything seems to go to the scorecard and I am coming up empty. I am rooting for the underdog, is it me?

So when you hit the mat, you need the crowd to build you up. I need a Ra Ra, and the crowd goes wild. Sometimes the match seems rigged. You can walk tall and have heart but still fail at split decision. I dunno, I need more time to train. I need more time to prepare. I keep going for the ten rounds. I think I can last, but will I win? Goes to the judges I guess.

I’m gonna stay low, hopefully not mat low, but under the radar. I’ll take the falls and the blows and get up later. Underdogs come out on top in the long run. Now if someone else throws in the towel, we’ll that’s it. Maybe wrestling is the way to go. Fly off the top rope and lay down until the they almost tap you out and then bounce back. One clothesline and patented elbow and it is all over. I’ll figure out the style and name after some rest. The ref can make the call.