"You know those cage fights are way different in real life than they are on TV."
"If you're his mom, you don't belong there."
"I don't get how you could watch such a thing when it's your own kid!"
Several acquaintances of mine actually looked at me with such horror you'd have thought the kid was five and I'd just pushed him into the waiting fist of the school yard bully.
Well let me tell you this. This gentle tea-totin history lover can watch her son in his first cage fight. As a matter of fact I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. Good thing too, since our departure to St. Louis is imminent.
How could I not be excited - and proud - when Kenny has worked so hard. He's already shown us he has the heart and discipline of a champion.
Of course, I do get that as the doors open tomorrow at 2:30 I will likely be a train wreck. I may even need to cling to Donna Failoni, Alex Nienhaus, or Cindi Schmitt - the only women on both sides of the family who feel they can watch.
Although I could cling to just about anyone since Al Hrabosky's is sold out with standing room only!
So I beg you, wrap us all in calm and send both of those boys - my Kenny and his opponent - your prayers. Wrap them both in white light. To help you keep them in your mind's eye let me tell you this: both weigh 140.
But Kenny is the one standing.
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