A Fighting Faith

I had screamed myself raw.  It’s what usually happens when I show up to corner my fighters.  I tell myself—every time—that I’m going to be careful.  But, inevitably, I had lied to myself.  I found myself leaning at the cage door once more and screaming my tonsils into oblivion. My fighter had been prepared.  He had trained for this moment—actually, he had trained for all potential 15 minutes of this moment.  We had worked game plans, escapes for when the game plan failed, sit