Originally posted by Seig
The one that was probably one of the funniest for me was back in 1993. I was living in Dunedin, FLorida, just outside of Clearwater. I had driven all night from Raleigh, NC from attending a funeral. I was standing there at 8 am, with Bloodshot eyes, sucking down coffee. There were a bunch of people that did not know me all looking at me, pointing and laughing. Nardo Freidman was telling them no to get cocky, or they would get hurt. They were all betting I would not make it through the preliminaries. The first fight, I was sloppy and brutal. I caught all kinds of hell from my compatriots that expected me to make a clean sweeop and look good at it. By the third fight, I got my second wind. I won the tournament and had a total of three points in 8 fights scored on me.