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Champion Warrior

3 Mar

My good friend Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool just won the Canadian Middleweight Title in his mid 40’s despite most people telling him he was too old. Once again, the Whip proves that “With Hope, It’s Possible!”

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Champion Warrior

They told him “It’s too late, old man”
“You’re much too old to fight”
But Fitz “The Whip” knew that to be
Judged by age isn’t right

Those who judged were short sighted
And didn’t see the training
The heart, desire, sacrifice
The passion still remaining

The board, the public, so many
Gave doubt and disbelief
They tried to steal his Hope and tried
To fill his heart with grief

But Champions are not affected
By another’s words
Champions are not sheep that
Walk along with the herds

Champions look within and
They listen to themselves
A Champion sees strength inside
And bravely, deeper delves

A Champion does not hear what
The pessimists do warn
A Champion blocks it all out
‘Cause Champions were born

To jab, to hook, to uppercut
To fight ‘till final round
To take all that life has to give
And pound and pound and pound

And rip respect from clutches of
Those who don’t try their best
To take it by force from all those
Who much prefer to rest

Congratulations, Champion
You have proven once more
That with Hope it is possible
Now no one can ignore

~Congrats Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool, 45 years young
New National Boxing Authority Middleweight Champion
March 2nd, 2013

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Ring Warrior

13 Sep

“It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” ~Rocky Balboa


Ring Warrior

“One!” the ref calls out but he seems very far away
The boxer tries to stand but both his legs have turned to clay
“Two!” the ref continues as the crowd gets on their feet
The ringing in his ears and pain makes him want to retreat

“Three!” he hears and wonders if he has given enough
But then he feels the beast inside, the deep down, buried “stuff”
“Four!” he hoists his head up and he sees his only son
Look on him with sympathy as if the old man’s done

“Five!” he locks his eyes across the ring at the the young champ
He’s winded, sore, and grimacing along with his whole camp
“Six!” the boxer faintly hears but now in his own head
He hears a louder voice that causes strength to his legs spread

He hears the speech he gave the kid about taking the hit
“Seven!” ref calls out as the old champ builds up his grit
“Eight!” he hears and remembers it’s not what he is throwing
It’s all about the punishment you take and still keep going

“Get up” he hears himself growl and plants a foot on mat
“GET UP!” he hears again and slowly rises for combat
“Nine!” the referee warns as the former champ does rise
Many people in the building are caught by surprise

All except for one who stands and grins and shakes his head
The current champ who’s watched as the old boxer hurt and bled
And took all that he threw at him and still kept moving on
None of his offense, his speed, his technique or his brawn

Could keep the old man down and now the champ has new respect
For the old man who’s standing there beaten, bloody and wrecked
But still willing to take the hit, he knows right then and there
Even if his points save him and judges do declare

That he has won, he knows deep down that in a test of heart
The old man won decisively right from the very start
The ref tells both combatants to again resume the fight
They punch and and jab and hook and uppercut with all their might

The bell rings and without delay the two men do embrace
The champ’s surprised by the look on the old champion’s face
Appreciation, gratitude, elation, thankfulness
He says “You’re a great champion and heart you do possess”

“Thanks” is all the champ can think to say as pictures flash
He cannot bring himself to be pompous, boastful or brash
He watches as the old man leaves the ring and walks to back
Before announcement’s even made of who won the attack

He slowly comes to realize that old man’s goal was not
To beat the champion and then demand a title shot
His mission on this night was simply just to take the hit
And to keep moving forward and to never, ever quit

And the look on the old man’s face shows he had in fact won
As he waves to the crowd and then throws arm around his son
And disappears through the curtain while crowd all chant his name
“He earned it” the champ thinks as he claps to show his acclaim

                                                                         ~Miro