It's a kick-boxing match, 3x3 rounds, 10oz gloves, American Kiokboxing rules.
Tonight was my last night of hard sparring, and I actually feel really good.
I know nothing about my opponent. This could be his first match, this could be his last fight before he goes pro...
My ambivalence is because I've sparred with, and gotten destroyed by more high-level guys than sparred with people around my level. I'm not used to winning: I'm used to surviving. There's another school in town that brings people over to spar every so often. This are their more serious students, and I do really well with them. But that's the only time in my regular training I get to 'win'.
People say it's good to constantly be pushed by people better than you, but I think it's need some balance, and because of it I have developed the kind of "I'm going to get my ass handed to me" attitude on display.