Tony Thompson, Rated No. 1 Hvywt Blogger

Underdog heavyweight Tony Thompson has been penning blog entries as he counts down to his Saturday showdown in Germany with IBF/WBO heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko. In these installments, Thompson admits that he ate some Jameel McCline rights, some garlic wings and that he had a hard time deciphering The Happening.

He also said that he managed to pay just six bucks to see the flick. What, did he snag a senior citizen discount??!! Just joking, Tiger Tony. We at TSS think you have plenty of juice for a 36-year-old, have greatly enjoyed your blog offerings, and admit that we are struggling to remain objective onlookers, because we always root for fighters whose home is littered with a “broken air conditioner, broken dishwasher, broken dryer and the electricity down in one half of the house.”

ENTRY #3:

My Funny Bone is slowing going, and thinking more on Breaking Bones!!!  But first let’s talk about what’s going on in camp.

Last installment we left off with me taking an iniquitous butt whooping from my fellow fighters (I don’t do sparring partners because you can't get better that way).  They really came too work, which was not all that fun for me but great for what we are trying to accomplish. So this past week I had to respond, and let’s just say my team felt a lot better about my performance, as did I. Now don't get me wrong, in no way were we pushing the panic button, but they were happy to see some of the great work that I’m capable of producing.

As a result, I was pleased to see that I was really at the point I should be preparing for Klitschko. Sometimes this sport plays games with your mind and you have to be mentally tough to deal with not looking your best every day. I'm somewhat vain about getting my butt kicked, as are most fighters, especially the good ones. Anyway, so I was not happy with myself a few weeks ago. But as I have said, on many occasions, that I have a great team and they do a great job of keeping me sane and composed. By the way, my team consists of Tom Browner, Barry Hunter, and BB Hudson, not Buddy McGirt.  Not to say anything bad about Buddy (we will get into that next week) but we are just using his gym. Sometimes your trainers have to pull you back so they can build you up and that can be frustrating for the fighter, sort of what happened to Big Brown in his last race (I'm talking about the horse. Get your minds out the gutter. LOL.)  However, to my credit, I do a great job of listening and executing a plan, and sometimes that plan includes rest.

So after taking a day off in the middle of the week I came back on Thursday and looked spry for a man of my advanced age. Now don't think a day off for me is like a day off for you. I still had to get my butt up and go to work, it just didn't consist of sparring or all that damn running. I don't like to run unless the police are coming, I need to catch a plane, or of course, there’s only one pack of Oreos left on the shelf at the store. Naw, I’m just kidding…about the plane. Therefore, I will holla back next week and I will try my best DMVERS to fight the crab grabbers that plagues our lovely city. How about throwing crab grabbers in there, I haven't heard that since the 80's. Goodbye.

NTRY #4:

Hello fellow bloggers and blog readers.  Let's see, what do I have to report for this past week and before I depart for Germany?

Well, I guess I'll start right after my recent tough week of sparring and working which unfortunately included a lot of hard right hands from Jameel McCline and a lot of fussing from my trainers, I finally had some much needed down time. But first I got a visit from my hometown newspaper.Honestly folks I didn’t even know they were paying attention, not that I expected them to kick up a whole lot of fuss for ole boy but damn, what took them so long anyway? I tried to give my man something interesting to write about, but the truth is, folks, I am pretty boring. Hopefully he can make something up for the readers to keep them happy.Now I know what some of you guys and gals are saying, Tony you are funny ( not just funny looking) you’re smart and a very snappy dresser and tall and you folks would be right, but outside of boxing, I’m a overly ordinary person. So after trying for most of the day to think of something witty, but not embarrassing to my family, I did the interview and finally got rid of the guy so that I could continue on with my limited freedom now that I was alone.

I decided to go to the movies (yeah how exciting huh?).I made the mistake of going to see The Happening and I spent the next two hours trying to figure out what the hell was happening??? So, it was a very appropriate name if any of you are familiar with M.Night Shamilon (sic).You know that he does this every freakin’ movie, leaving you scratching your head and wondering what type of issues is he dealing with. But that’s what I get falling into the trap when I know he IS going to piss me off but I have to admit this to you folks, I’m easily swayed. He put up a name like The Happening and I was just drawn to that crap like heavyweights are drawn to holding (not me ).Anyway after wasting my 6 bucks on that I decided to sneak away for some wings. Yeah that's right, WINGS!

I know WHAT YOU ALL ARE GOING TO SAY why sneak Tony you're a grown man. Well everybody, know I don’t have the Evander body we all crave FOR AND THAT I HAVE BEEN PREVIOUSLY DISCRIMINATED AGAINST BY THE NETWORKS AND SO CALLED EXPERTS OF BOXING BECAUSE OF MY SLENDER AND NO HGH TYPE OF CHEST AND I HAVE FELL INTO THE HYPE OF TRYING TO GET ME SOME MUSCLES SO I’M STAYING AWAY FROM CERTAIN FOODS. BUT AFTER SEEING THAT MOVIE I FIGURED I HAD SUFFERED ENOUGH AND I WAS GOING TO HAVE THOSE GARLIC WINGS WITH RANCH, AND OF COURSE I FELT GUILTY SO I WENT TO RUN AND LIFT TO ELIMINATE THE GUILT.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I WAS THINKING? I CAN FIGHT MY ASS OFF, SO THE HELL WITH THE BODY. I WILL BUY ME A NEW ONE WHEN I AM CHAMP. JUST THINK OF ME AS THE LEFT HANDED LARRY HOLMES, NO NOT IN GREATNESS, BUT IN BODY TYPE. OK?

SO AFTER ALL THAT I WAS READY FOR SOME GOLF. FUNNY THING ABOUT ME PLAYING GOLF. LET ME TELL YOU HOW I CAME ABOUT LOVING THE GAME. BACK AT HOME I LOVE TO PLAY BASKETBALL BEFORE SPARRING, KIND OF A FUN WARM UP BEFORE GETTING BATTERED. BUT WHEN A CERTAIN MANAGER OF MINE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS (NATHAN PEAKE) FOUND OUT ABOUT MY HOBBY HE CURSED AND FUSSED HIS WAY INTO ME. NOT BEING ABLE TO FIND WILLING PARTNER ANYMORE, NOT EVEN MY COUSIN WHO ALSO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS (ERIC HOUSTON) WILL PLAY WITH ME ANYMORE. SO I HAD TO FIND A NEW HOBBY AND ANOTHER WAY TO WARM UP BEFORE PRACTICE, SO I TOOK UP SOMETHING A LITTLE LESS DESTRUCTIVE ON THE BODY YET COMPETITIVE AND A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT OF FUN. BUT AS YOU CAN IMAGINE I HAVE NOT QUITE MASTERED THE GAME YET SOO IT’S JUST BASICALLY ME DIGGING UP A LOT OF GRASS AND DIRT MAKING IT VERY HARD ON THE POOR GROUNDS KEEPER. BUT WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS YOU MAKE LEMON PIE SO NOW GOLF IS MY PASSION. UNFORTUNATELY AFTER EATING THOSE WINGS, I FELT A NAP COMING ON SO I QUICKLY HUSTLED MYSELF HOME (TOLD YOU I WAS BORING) AND TRIED TO WATCH A MOVIE BEFORE SLEEP TOOK OVER. HOPEFULLY I CAN REPORT TO YOU NEXT WEEK ON MY GREATNESS ON THE GOLF COURSE (IF I CAN STAY UP LONG ENOUGH) I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO KICKING SOME BUTT ON JULY 12 SO I CAN GO BACK TO THE DMV AND KICK SOME BUTT ON THAT GOLF COURSE. COME JOIN ME IF YOU GET THE TIME.

NOW ITS OFF IN MY LEAST FAVORITE TUBE, THE PLANE THAT TAKES ME TO TO WHERE I WILL KICK THAT BUTT, GERMANY.DON'T MISS THE ACTION ON HBO AND SEE FOR YOURSELF WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN MISSING.SEE YOU GUYS AFTER WINNING THE TITLES.