No, I didn't miss it...I travel 10-16 hours for a fight and we threw our gym together here with piss, wishes and hope. And I'm as damn broke as anyone. I've worked papers since before I was 11 to pay for the gloves on my hands and the boxing shoes on my feet. So sob stories don't sell well on me. (ha...I said S.O.B. stories)

Anyway, I'm just grumpy and need sleep. Plus am getting fed up with this shit and hearing about it and Stacy and all this crap. I got nothing against what it is...we got it across the bridge here...like 2 miles away. But it ain't boxing. It's a rumble for some bucks.