Dodge
Well-Known Member
Bit pissed and watching reruns of Ricky's fights. Excuse the late night ramble.
That Hyde lad gave us some great nights to remember, but nothing comes close to the Vegas trip for the Mayweather fight. Imagine your best away trip and multiply it by 10 then add a few days to it. City everywhere. Then add to it, lads from London, Rags, Scousers, Scots...banter off the scale. No mither, it was all about the Hitman. And that was just the weigh-in. Loads of working class lads got to go on a trip that would stay with them forever. Loans and credit card repayments would've taken years to clear, but the memories would last a lifetime.
6 of us paid $700 each for hospitality and a ticket in the gods. Michael Buffer made a 2 min appearance, did his let's get ready to rumble bit and fucked off. But we muscled in and got our piccie with him on one of them throwaway Kodak cameras. Had another pic with Joan Collins at the weigh-in. Another with Denzel Washington pre-fight at a bar. A pic of my mate with Cuba Gooding Jnr on his right and Donald Fucking Trump on his left. Another with Freddie Roach, the legendary trainer. Another with De La Hoya. Ballooning around with A-listers and the greats of boxing. To cap it all a priceless pic of RH and Jenn at the Mandalay after the fight.
Day after the fight we went out as Elvis's in shit suits. A bunch of all-American frat boys on a bachelor party bumped into us. Excited as fuck to meet a bunch of crazy Brits. One of 'em asked for a photo so we swapped cameras to take pics of each group. Fucked off and got shitfaced.
Got home. Got the film developed. 40-odd pics of a bunch of Yanks having the shittest night imaginable and our trip of a lifetime pics no doubt thrown in the trash somewhere in the States.
I reckon Ricky might mind that funny as fuck.
RIP Ricky.
That Hyde lad gave us some great nights to remember, but nothing comes close to the Vegas trip for the Mayweather fight. Imagine your best away trip and multiply it by 10 then add a few days to it. City everywhere. Then add to it, lads from London, Rags, Scousers, Scots...banter off the scale. No mither, it was all about the Hitman. And that was just the weigh-in. Loads of working class lads got to go on a trip that would stay with them forever. Loans and credit card repayments would've taken years to clear, but the memories would last a lifetime.
6 of us paid $700 each for hospitality and a ticket in the gods. Michael Buffer made a 2 min appearance, did his let's get ready to rumble bit and fucked off. But we muscled in and got our piccie with him on one of them throwaway Kodak cameras. Had another pic with Joan Collins at the weigh-in. Another with Denzel Washington pre-fight at a bar. A pic of my mate with Cuba Gooding Jnr on his right and Donald Fucking Trump on his left. Another with Freddie Roach, the legendary trainer. Another with De La Hoya. Ballooning around with A-listers and the greats of boxing. To cap it all a priceless pic of RH and Jenn at the Mandalay after the fight.
Day after the fight we went out as Elvis's in shit suits. A bunch of all-American frat boys on a bachelor party bumped into us. Excited as fuck to meet a bunch of crazy Brits. One of 'em asked for a photo so we swapped cameras to take pics of each group. Fucked off and got shitfaced.
Got home. Got the film developed. 40-odd pics of a bunch of Yanks having the shittest night imaginable and our trip of a lifetime pics no doubt thrown in the trash somewhere in the States.
I reckon Ricky might mind that funny as fuck.
RIP Ricky.
