When I was a boy, I used to pull a big cross saw with my dad. He'd use his right hand, so I'd have to use my left.
Boxing is the only sport you can get your brain shook, your money took and your name in the undertaker book.
My mom allowed me to take an old burlap bag and fill it with moss, corn stalks and rocks, then hang it from a tree and spend an hour a day punching my heavy bag.
Trust me. Sometimes God comes down and puts his hand on you if you're too big in your thoughts.
This ultimate fighting stuff is something I don't agree with. Once a man is down, you have to let him have a chance to prove how good he is.
If I lose I'll walk away and never feel bad.... Because I did all I could there was nothing more to do.
Life doesn't run away from nobody. Life runs at people.
You can map out a fight plan or a life plan, but when the action starts, it may not go the way you planned, and you're down to your reflexes - that means your [preparation:]. That's where your roadwork shows. If you cheated on that in the dark of the morn