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“Keeping your weight up?”
I didn’t want to tell him that I dropped another pound. Down to 163. The fight was tomorrow night. I couldn’t afford to lose any more. My manager was already giving me shit about dropping weight. Hence why I had enough Thai food to feed three people. Won’t do me any good unless I actually put it in my mouth.
“I am meeting weight requirements. Are you planning on being there?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“You know better than to ask. Boxing is not something I enjoy watching.”
“Is there a sport you do enjoy?” I teased.
“Yes, but none that you do,” he replied.
“I have no issue with Polo.”
“You came one time with me and all you did was hit on women,” he stated. “That didn’t go over very well.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I got five phone numbers that day. Not bad for not even trying,” I laughed.
“Yes. That is the sport you love most. Collecting phone numbers. When are you ever going to settle down?” he asked.
“You’re the number one son. Isn’t it your responsibility to make mom and dad grandparents?”
“Not with my work schedule. You have plenty of time on your hands,” he said.
“Really? Boxing takes training. Lots of it. And traveling. Just like you. Stop making excuses. “
He might be a billionaire, but I wasn’t far behind. If I won this match, between the prestige, marketing opportunities, and money in the purse, I would make about fifteen million dollars if not more. Even if I lost, I’d clear at least a million dollars. Yet Chris looked at this like it was a hobby for me.
“Fine. Neither of us are having any children. Our parents will just love it when you tell them this,” he said.
“Why me?”
“You’ll be seeing them very soon,” he stated.
“Not planning on going back to Ohio for a few months,” I said.
“They landed in Boston earlier tonight.
“You’re telling me this now?” I snapped.
“You'd know this if you ever answered your phone.”
“What are they doing in Boston?” I asked. It wasn’t a place they ever said they wanted to see. Hell, they did not like to travel, not even for fun.
“Too many hits in the head? Can’t figure out for yourself? They are there to support you. Cheer you on,” he said.
They had never come to any of my fights before. Mom was like Sydney in that way. Neither of them liked violence, and even though I considered it a sport, those two didn’t. All they saw was brutality. My dad sided with my mom because he believed in the adage, ‘happy wife, happy life’. Since they had been married for almost forty-five years, I couldn’t argue with him on that logic.
Their absence no longer bothered me. Over the years, I used it to my advantage to solely focus on winning and not who was in the audience.
“Shit, Chris. You should’ve told them not to come. You know Mom is going to hate every second of it,” I reminded him.
“Mom is the one who insisted on being there.”
Great. I had no time to spend with them before the fight, and now had plans with Sydney on Sunday. I had planned on giving myself Saturday to recover before our date. Didn’t look like that was about to happen.
“Please don’t tell me they are staying here,” I begged.
“No. They have a hotel. And don’t worry, I have scheduled some sightseeing for tomorrow. They understand they cannot see you until after the fight. That is unless you get your ass knocked out and need to go to the hospital,” he joked.
