Some days I don't want to go to the fight. We've seen this opponent before. He's bigger, stronger, unforgiving, and lethal.
But I go because you are my fighter and I am your corner man.
I tape you up and put on your gloves. I say a prayer. You are shaking and unsure. There is fear in your eyes, but I try not to let you see the fear in mine.
The fight starts and he has you against the ropes. I feel every punch, every cut, every breath he knocks out of your lungs. He wins the first round.
I wipe the sweat and blood from your face. I bandage up the cuts and tell you, you can do it. You say you don't know how. Please God, I pray, please give him strength.
The round starts and again he overcomes you. He is beating the life out of you. There is nothing I can do but watch. Round two is over. You are bruised, bloodied, torn.
Round three. This is it. You are exhausted and he knows it. He has worn you down and now goes for the kill. He has you on your knees. The ref is counting you out. You look at me and I see you want to give up. Please God, give him strength. You stand and face him.
There is new life in you and you start fighting back. Now you are the one on the offense. Round after round you keep fighting. He isn’t giving up, but now you know his moves. You intercept his next attempt. With one last blow you knock him out.
You raise your hands in victory.
You are my fighter and I am your corner man.
