No excuses. All the blame lies solely within
me — the fighter. Since turning pro after a very impressive amateur career,
I have had a less-than-stellar (at best) professional career up to this
point.
On my way home from our gym today, I really
had a small epiphany. I know that I've had some very terrible things happen
to me in the ring as a pro — things that were literally out of my hands in
some instances — resulting in me losing. (I'll share some of those stories
in my next blog.) My epiphany was that maybe it's finally time, at age 25,
to fully engorge myself in becoming the true professional I know I am.
I have been boxing since I was six years old
and can honestly say that I've not once given it my all since being a
professional boxer. Sadly enough, I feel like I've dishonored the sport, my
family, and God for giving me such a talent, and misusing it the way I have.
Not every person is born to be a professional
boxer. Some may masquerade as a fighter, but over a long period of time
they'll eventually be exposed as frauds. Professional boxing should be
nicknamed "the truth" because that squared circle brings out the truth in
all of us. Whether you like it or not, the ring will bring it out of you.
The only truth I've figured out is that I have not been true to the sport,
and all of its fans. God’s own lie detector discovers all inside that ring.
Don’t let the sport define you. Define the
sport and leave your tracks all over it.
