So I go into the stands to visit a former heavyweight fighter and solid welterweight prospect that my buddy knows, and I got my camera between my legs on the ground in the seats.
By the time we get up to go back to the press section, the fucking thing is gone.
Some drunk polack POS stole that fucking thing from me in the most daring raid since Jimmy Doolittle's.
Seriously- I'm talking to two pro fighters, both of whom are looking back at me while talking to them, and SOMEONE had the balls to steal that shit from between my legs from the seat behind me. How the fuck it happened, I don't know, but I have nothing but awful words for the Eastern European crowd that was there.
I tell you what Heavy, if he fights either Klitscho, I'll be pulling for either of them to whip Adamek so all these pieces of shit off themselves out of grief. Like I hope Wlad beats Adamek from post to fucking post.