saturday

there is a football coach with amazing, in-flux hair, and his name is mike gundy. around the seegura household, and with my grandparents, the running joke is that mike gundy is the greatest coach in football. i do a great mike gundy impression, though i think that's because none of us have really listened to him speak. we just asusme a man from coaching tulsa's college football team must speak like so.

he won tonight, the motherfucker. gotta love that man.

boxing is a beautiful sport because of the characters that show up on your screen and battle their hearts out, for your viewing pleasure. tonight, a white boy from the a border town in the south of texas battled it out against a guy from philly, who looked like a dominant, sharp fighter.

yet, the skinny boy from texas just about won the fight. in fact, me and my parents all thought it was a win for him, or at least a draw. the judges disagreed (at least two of them did), and the fight went to the man from philly.

it was a throwback to all those years years my parents and i spent watching boxing every other saturday when HBO used to broadcast it. we cried when HBO broadcast their last night of Boxing After Dark. the sport isnn't completely dead, though.