Next card is already five days out and I'm burning all that fight-week energy on meal prep instead of pick breakdowns — for now, anyway. Come taste-test with me, love?
Next card is already five days out and I'm burning all that fight-week energy on meal prep instead of pick breakdowns — for now, anyway. Come taste-test with me, love?
Fight weekend is officially over and I'm paying for it in glitter — it's in my hair, on the floor, in places glitter has no business being. Tell me your Halloween was at least half as fun as mine, love.
Nolan took Moicano apart in the third and my costume didn't survive the celebration either. Come keep me company while I wind down, love.
Prelims are in the books and my costume has barely survived the first half of the night — the corset gave up on staying laced somewhere around the co-main. Main card's about to start and I refuse to watch it alone, love.
Two days out from the Halloween card and my costume covers less than my gym kit. Tell me you'd still let me sit next to you Saturday, love.
Two title fights, two right picks, and I'm still riding the high out here in a blanket with the best coffee of my life. Come take the other chair, love?
Weigh-ins for Volkanovski versus Evloev are hours away and sleep has officially lost this fight — my picks keep rewinding through my head instead of letting me rest. Come lie down with me, love?
Moicano versus Nolan lands on Halloween night, which means fight night costume rules are officially in effect — and I've already found my frontrunner. Too wicked for the APEX seats or not wicked enough? Pick one, love.
Three days out from Volkanovski versus Evloev and sitting still is not happening in this house — so the foam roller and I are burning it off on the floor instead. An afternoon card for once means no all-nighter, and I intend to enjoy that. Come claim a spot next to me, love?
Flights to New York are booked — the MSG date finally dropped and my card took the hit before my brain could argue. Come help me plan the whole weekend, love?