I froze your tears and made a dagger And stabbed it in my **** Forever It stays there like Excalibur Are you my Arthur Say you are Take this cool dark steel-ed blade Steal it, sheath it In your lake I drown with you to be together Must you breathe? 'Cause I need heaven -- And on that note, we shall discuss modern boxing. I will throw a question out there, and it would be delightful if you could answer it in full: - Who is your favourite boxer? Why? Name only one. It is quite a basic question, but one that will hopefully be the spark that ignites a great ESB inferno of analysis, review and deliberation.
Shane Mosley, because he has an exciting style, never ducks anyone, and is a respectful boxer, who is also good, as opposed to someone like Floyd Mayweather, who is really good, but has to be a ***** head.. His wife is hot too..
Ricardo Lopez; at his best, he was perhaps the epitome of the term 'complete fighter', who retired at the perfect time. Plus, he was a cerebral oddball, who read Hesse, Conrad, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez for fun. How can you not like someone like that?
Hope springs eternal. It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. And so I kiss the deadly blade,that sheds my blood in this dark glade.Resigned I fall upon the ground,no clarion call ere more to sound. I pluck a name from out the air,it comes from whence I know not where. JACK DEMPSEY! Is that you out there? Mort D'Arthur--------Thomas Mallory.
Little fat man who sold his soul, Little fat man who sold his dreams, Chubby little loser, national joke, Pathetic little fat-man, No-ones bloody laughing, The clown that noone laughs at, They all just wish he'd die, He's so depressed at being hated, Fatso takes his own life, He blows his bloody brains out, But the twat would probably miss, He sold his soul for a shot at fame, Catchphrase and wig but the jokes on him, He's got no style, he's got no grace, He's banal and facile, he's a fat waste of space, See his pug-nosed face. --------------- Roberto Duran.
Pretty girl on the hood of a cadillac, yeah She's broken down on Freeway 9.I take a look, I get her engine started, andleave her purring and I roll on by. Bye, bye Free love on the freelove freeway, theLove is free and the freeway's long, I got some[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Hot love on the hotlove highway, ain't[/FONT]Going home 'cause my baby's gone (she's gone) A little while later, see a Senorita,She's caught a flat trying to make it home.She says, "Por favor, can you pump me up?"I say, "Muchos gracias, adios. Bye, bye." A long time later I see a cowboy crying"Hey buddy, what can I do?"He says, "I lived a good life, had about a thousand women,"I said, "Why the tears?", he says, " ' Cause none of them was you". ------------------------------------------------- nigel benn, fearless, exciting, and sheer aggression, bordered on sadistic at times, he's the boxer that got me into the sport at a young age.