Sunday, August 29th, 2010...12:46 am
Toney Did Not Do Well
Never do this, never post while hammered at a bar. I’m here at The Rail with all my mates and they’ve turned into a howling pack of vicious animals, tearing my clothing and beating me to a bloody, embarrassed pulp.
My right arm is hanging limp, and I’m soaking my cracked facial skin with filthy napkins and soiled paper towels.
Yeah, James Toney was savaged like a rag doll mere minutes ago, and my carefully constructed worldview is in awful dissolution.
I’m devastated, borne into a world where boxing, the sweet science, may, in fact, no longer be preeminent.
MadDawg is breathing his horrid alcohol breath all over me. The indignity of this night.
Maybe these guys really can fight.
Ginner, Billy the Kid and Lex are treating me like I have rabies.
I’m old school, yesterdays news.
Tonight was a changing of the guard, a sad realization that I may have been wrong about MMA, I may need a reboot.
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