I don't know if it's really a crossroads fight. I just know that in my mind, I'm ready for war. To go out there, attack, win, knockout. Short. I'm not going to go for anything less.

Before I knew it, the eye was swollen like a balloon. I saw it grow and I couldn't believe it. He is a tough warrior. I was just trying to keep from falling down, he was leaning on me so heavy.

The whole side of his face was so swollen, I couldn't miss it (whether) I was throwing a jab or a right hand. I knew it was a matter of time; if I just kept punching they would stop the fight.

Before I knew it, his eye was swollen like a balloon.

I don't mind it. I'm feeling pretty comfortable out there. I haven't really played it since high school, but I still think I'm qualified to play out there.

A prophet or an achiever must never mind an occasional absurdity, it is an occupational risk.