I was pissed my fight got canceled. The bitch I was supposed to fight went over on her weight and they canceled it. I mean seriously, how hard is it not to eat a fucking cheeseburger when you are getting ready for a fight. I was only two fights away from going for the featherweight belt, and this bitch is going to delay me at least another month.

I stayed to watch some of the other fighters, but not all of them before I left. It’s good to watch the competition as much as you can, but I was too pissed to stay. I was frustrated because of my cancelation and my boyfriend had to work late, so he couldn’t come to my fight. So now I have all this energy and frustration and he is not even going to be home. I would at least have liked to know there was sex waiting for me.

All the way home I just kept running fight scenarios through my head. She throws a left hook, so I duck to my right and throw a right hook to the body followed by a jab to the face and cross to the face from the new position. If she throws a cross, I will lean slightly to my right causing her to miss high, then I will jab to the jaw and follow with my right cross. And so on and so on, I ran through all her favorite punches, and all the ways I was going to counter. When we did fight next, she was going to regret giving me extra time to train. I was going to fuck her up bad.

After an hour drive home, I was ready to have a drink and hopefully go to sleep. My night seemed as though it was going to take an up turn when I saw my boyfriend’s car in the driveway. I remember thinking, ‘Let’s Get It On!’ to myself, copying my favorite referee’s catch phrase. Those were words I was hoping to hear tonight before my fight, but I guess they will have to work for a silly sex pun. The good news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be able to sleep for sure, so that was a little silver lining to the evening.

I just left my gym bag in the car and went to the door. I was surprised to find the door locked. I just assumed he had a long day and went in and went to bed. He was not on the couch and the tv was off so that pretty much meant he was asleep. I figured I would just go ahead and get me a drink before I went in there. After sex I just wanted to pass out, so this would save time.

I poured myself some Woodford Reserve and sat at my bar in my kitchen. I was a very healthy person for 99 percent of the day, and my one vise, was that nighttime drink. Some people say it is healthy and some people say it is the sign of an alcoholic. I say, have a drink and lighten up. It loosens me up and makes me care a little less about things that others stress about. And it helps me go to sleep which works out well for nights like this.

I got carried away thinking about the fight and finished my first drink too fast. I poured the second one the same as the first and knew that this was going to be my last. I wrapped up all my thoughts about scenarios and outcomes and decided that it was time for me to start working on my night’s close.

I downed the remainder of my second drink starting to feel the affects of the first finally set in.