Boxers don’t have an Old-Timers’ Day. You came close, but you never made it. And if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now.
The thing is, Butch, right now you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don’t last. And your days are just about over. Now, that’s a hard motherf*****’ fact of life. But that’s a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about.
I’ma get medieval on your ass.
I’m prepared to scour the Earth for that motherf*****. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigg* hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his a**.
This business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherf*****s. Motherf*****s who thought their ass will age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar… it does. If you mean it gets better with age… it don’t.
The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That’s pride f*****g with you. F*** pride. Pride only hurts. It never helps. You fight through that s***.
