Harvey down but far from out
BOXING: The reality of it all finally hit home in a big way.
Laying flat on my back in a boxing ring at the Hervey Bay PCYC ensured that.
It wasn’t a nice feeling and not one I’d say that I’d like to experience again anytime soon but somehow I don’t think I will have to wait long to revisit the canvas.
I’ve got a feeling, a sinking one at that, it could very well be the case come 6pm next Thursday.
You can be sure my mate, or so-called mate of 10 years, Jarrod Fletcher will have a big say in that.
I will glove up against Fletch for a charity bout for the Make A Wish Foundation next week but I don’t think that I’ll be on the receiving end of much charity during the three, two-minute round bout.
Not if the war of words with Fletch this week are anything to go by.
I thought I’d play mind games with him and tell him just how talented I thought he was – something I’ve been doing a lot of since I agreed, I still don’t know why, to step into the ring against the lean, mean fighting machine.
“Mate, it’s no good sucking up to me now,” the great one said yesterday.
“It’s far too late for that.”
It was at this point I realised that I had reached the point of no return – there was no going back ... unfortunately.
“Can we have a chat about the bout mate,” I jabbed in his direction.
“What about it?” Fletch, who has won his first three pro fights by knockouts, said.
“There is nothing to discuss mate – we’ll do our talking in the ring.”
“I was just wondering how serious you were going to be taking it – that’s all,” I said rather meekly if I do say it myself.
“I’m a professional – this is what I do,” Fletch hit me with.
“You are stepping into my office and I don’t take prisoners.”
“Can I surrender now then? I enquired.
“No,” came the blunt reply.
So I guess see you soon, canvas.