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6:55am - Began the morning with HL's of the Cotto/Margarito Fight. Wanted to see how it looked and what the commentators were saying. Cotto looked worse than we thought he did.
7:15am - 2 mile run.
10:30am - Gym Time.
10 minute stretch.
1 round Shadowboxing (Robert Byrd was in the ring and I didn't want to get in his way.)
1 round ring-jacks.
2 more rounds Shadowboxing.
4 rounds Heavybag. Mike seemed pleased with my work, wasn't asking for many corrections at all. Just sucked my shoulder was bugging me, or I could have done even better.
2 rounds double-end bag.
2 rounds speed-bag.
Conditioning:
10 minute stairmaster.
Ab-machine circuit x 2.
8pm - Night Workout: I decided that on Teusdays, Thrusdays, and Saturdays I'm going to do a little extra conditioning.
10 minutes rope skip.
2 rounds Shadowboxing.
50 push-ups.
30 leg-lifts.
10 Hindu push-ups.
Gym Moments:
You know those weird toxic dumps? By toxic I mean you're training, and you feel alright, then something happens and you feel slow, fat, your guts are twisted, then you go and take a shit and all is right with the world again? That happened to me today. Unfortunately by the time I made it in, it was almost time to go.
As I was wrapping up I talked with Mr. Byrd, we went over the fight this past weekend, he said he felt the key was Tony's body work. Took Cotto's strength away. Then I got to tell him he's my favorite referee because of how he immerses himself in the Gym work. He said one of the things it affords him is the ability to get to know TRAINERS. He said often times if he knows a trainer isn't worth a shit, and the Fighter is getting beaten up, he'll stop it. Whereas a better trainer, he feels comfortable they'll help the Fighter between rounds. I'd never thought of that.
Fight Night:
Words can't describe what it was like to be at arguably the most important Welterweight Fight of this generation. It all began with Kessler and cokes as we closed our store, a sombrero, the trip to the MGM, meeting up with Bobby, Jaeger bombs, running into Cisse, Ak, and Jermaine (White) and chatting it up a bit, then on into the Arena:
The crowd reactions were awesome, note the mufucka dressed as the Luchador:
The best part was probably that when Cotto was boxing so well early, the Puerto Ricans were chanting "No se puede!"
Then when Tony was catching up and landing, beating Cotto up, the Mexicans chanted back "Si se puede!"
So if you heard those chants on the broadcast, that's what they were saying.
Oh and hey look, 4 Sherdoggers in one place, doesn't this mean the World will end soon?
That's me, Diego, Adam (Sickening Thudd) and Jake (Glassjaw), we couldn't find Bobby's schmoozin' ass before GJ had to leave. Sorry for the shitty quality, but the kid who took this was too drunk to fix the picture quality, and we were too drunk to care.
By the middle of it, I was expecting to read about your first pro fight soon, too bad you haven`t got one yet. However with the work you`ve been putting in, I already kind of feel sorry for your first opponent. 
