Yoel Romero has a PhD in violence that he put that on display tonight. He didn’t go to some liberal arts school to learn about Salvador Dalí, no, he spent years of his life honing his craft in the art of violence.
Okay, so now that’s out of the way, I need to share a story with you all. It was the 7th grade I believe, maybe the 6th. I was at lunch, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, just a regular depressing day of middle school. Then I had a powerful force in my stomach, so I unleashed what I thought would be a fart, a fairly loud and hilarious fart. Instead, well… I’m not sure how to say this, but some poop came out. I didn’t know what to do, they didn’t teach us this in school. Never during my teacher rambling about vietnam did they tell me what to do if I pooped myself. I was racking my brain as to what I should do. I thought maybe I should flush my boxers down the toilet get rid of the evidence, but then I was worried that if they didn’t flush that someone would find them and somehow trace them back to me. It was arguably the scariest moment of my entire life. I survived and I’m now a stronger person because of this.
I can relate to Yoel Romero who appeared to poop himself as well, I know how it is Yoel. You aren’t alone, I’m here for you and together I’ll help you grow not only as a fighter, but as a person as well.
