Originally Posted Saturday, November 29, 2014
Mickey Rourke is 62. He just "won" a "professional" boxing match in Russia. You can watch it in its entirety here. I'd skip ahead seven minutes in the video if I were you. I've written before that when Mickey started boxing, I saw part of one of his fights in Miami where he was boxing a dishwasher. I knew I could beat him then, and I think I can beat him now. I had an ex-girlfriend who ran with Mickey in NYC a few years ago. She liked him, but she was a bit of a freak. She thought, though, that the two of us would get along.
I hope to get into boxing shape here soon. I am off the antibiotics that had me so gone that I can't really remember the past week. It is just one long smudge. But last night as I lay in bed, I felt the pains returning. It was a fitful night. Perhaps it is not the same pain, I thought. Hoped. Perhaps it is just the result of things moving about now, the result of solid food, etc. But antibiotics didn't fix my intestines, they just fought the infection. I am a mess of anxiety this morning.
Still, what can one do? Me? I can only focus on Mickey Rourke right now and try to get into good enough shape to fight him. Darn--I don't know what weight class he fought in. I'd assume he was weighing in the 180s. Like me, Mick's got his problems.
“I’ve got some things going on in my life so that [boxing has] sort of saved me from myself,” Rourke told Russian TV. “And for a man like me, it’s better to live in fear than go on in shame. . . . Rourke prepared in a dressing room in front of a shrine featuring candles, images of saints, and photographs of his dogs. Rourke said he had been in mourning for his recently-deceased Chihuahua. He took to the ring in a Stetson hat, a red-and-gold robe and shiny gold gloves, repeatedly crossing himself" (source).
I think I counted five landed blows in the fight. None of them could have hurt. Still, the crowd cheered for old Mick at the end of the bout. That's all you want, really, the cheering at the end. Look at him, so proud and happy to have defeated a black man in Russia. He has four more fights in Russia, he says. I hope for his sake none of them get any more real than last night's.
But who am I to talk? I wouldn't even take off my shirt in public right now. Even with his reconstructed face, Rourke is something to look at. Not handsome, of course, but interesting. I look like a pumpkin after the candle's burned through Halloween. I'm not even up for going out in the evening yet.
O.K. I just had a call from a radiologist. I didn't answer, but I will call back now. Radiology? I'm hoping this is a bill, but truly, this is scary. I can feel the adrenaline doing its work. Jesus. I'll let you know.
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I just had a bad few moments. I called the number left on my phone back. It was the hospital, but they had called the wrong number. Phew! They should be much, much more careful. I'm not enjoying myself at all.
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