I suppose it's overdue...

Written by Josh Barnett

Sunday, 14 January 2007

Yet again I shall turn out another blog for all to read. By now my inconsistency at this shouldn't surprise any of you who have been following my ramblings but I'll tell you this; it's not because of lack of good intentions! If you could see how many times I sit down thinking, "OK, time put finger to keyboard and get.....hey is that that cat ambushing a little child GIF!? HAHAHA I love that one!". I can be easily distracted and the internet, a wealth of porn and video game hacks, also is the ultimate time waster. Don't believe me? Just start say at Home Star Runner. You watch a few Strong Bad emails and they reference a band you liked way back when. That makes you Google the band and then you go check out some sites that come up in the results. What was that song you really liked by them again? Off to Amazon to look listen to some samples. Oh, the new Ciaphis Cain book is coming out. Better get that. Is that out of print edition of Hard Boiled by Frank Miller available now...and it goes on until you crap your pants from being unable to remove yourself from the keyboard. Or something like that. So, about that last fight....it sucked. Damn. I really hate to lose, at anything really. I wouldn't say I am a bad sport, perhaps just too competitive. For instance, on my first date in Highschool we went to a place called Funcenter and I proceed to smash her at every game we played. Air Hockey, MotoGP, Pop-a-Shot - you name it and we played it. I went undefeated and that 16 year old girl never saw it coming. TAKE THAT! Don't fear me, fear the audience. (Let's see who get that joke). Back to the fight. I could have insisted to take an easier fight. I probably should have but when the offer came up I said, "Fuck it. I'll fight him. I don't give a damn.". I trained very hard and was feeling much better than I did for the Vegas show but I knew I wasn't close to 100%. In my mind though, that was just circumstance and I still had a fight to win and would win. I read all the stuff he has said about -"He had a flu/cold. He broke his toes. His dog died. The guy that ran him over as a kid got him again at a crosswalk while was tying his show."- I may be paraphrasing a bit but by his accounts he must have fought me from a bed in the ICU. Typical. Yeah I had my issues too. I am not going to go in to depth about them except that the reason my damn nose, already infamous for bleeding, wouldn't stop was because I had been taking a lot of ibuprofen and it thinned my blood. That was a real bitch but in the end I didn't do enough to take him out and that was my mistake, hard year or otherwise. I will not lose the rubber match. A part of me is happy to bring a trilogy that had delted many fans and may be akin to the Ali-Frazer fights or Gatti-Ward but losing that last fight burns. It sits in me and I see all the things I should have done and that it is now burned into to history. Branded and permanent for all to see. It will never undue and I will always have lost that fight now. I will make this third match the one that will define the series. This time I will finish him. I will make beating him in that third fight highlight film that when they look back on our matches it will be the only thing they will never be able to forget. That was a sweet modified Death Valley Bomb/Emerald Flowsion I did though. That was kewl. Now. I thought I would include some audience participation for a try. I'll write some lyrics and you tell from what song they're from. Simple, yet fun. Why don't give it try shall we? "Face the enemy! Stare inside you, Control, your thoughts. Destroy, DESTROY THEM ALL!!" Abayo Josh

 

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