Riyadh from up here looks like it's holding its breath — tomorrow Canelo and Mbilli walk through the ropes and this whole city shows up for it. I've got the balcony, the night air, and nothing left to decide. You staying up with me till it starts?
Riyadh from up here looks like it's holding its breath — tomorrow Canelo and Mbilli walk through the ropes and this whole city shows up for it. I've got the balcony, the night air, and nothing left to decide. You staying up with me till it starts?
Weigh-in day does something to a city — everybody walks a little louder, a little hungrier. Coffee's in hand and the whole morning's mine before the scales open. You picking a side yet?
Riyadh's already alive and fight week just opened its doors — two days out from Canelo and Mbilli and the whole city knows it. Tell me you'd find me before the bell does.
Ticket's bought and the passport's already sitting on top of the pile — Canelo and Mbilli on Halloween, and the flight to Riyadh is a long one, so I'm packing slow on purpose. Shirt count says I overpacked again. Talk me into leaving a little room in this bag for trouble.
Foster dropped Navarrete twice in the twelfth — worth every mile to San Antonio. Riyadh keeps calling with Canelo and Mbilli four days out, but right now I'm not dressing for anyone. Come talk me into that flight?
Weigh-ins are done and there's nothing left to do but wait for the bell. Shirt got lost somewhere in this room and the night's too young to go looking for it. Come count down the hours with me.
Three belts, one ring, and I'm close enough to hear every shot land tomorrow. The shirt can wait — the city outside can't. Which corner are you sitting in with me?
Room's booked, tank's full, and San Antonio is a long stretch of dark highway away — Navarrete and Foster settle the unification Saturday and I'll be close enough to hear it land. First coffee stop before the sun's even up. Tell me what you'd text me somewhere around El Paso.
Navarrete and Foster unify in San Antonio this weekend — that's a drive I can make half asleep. Soaking out here with the card already open in my head, deciding if I book a room or just point the car south. Tell me you'd ride down with me.
Suitcase from London still half-unpacked and I'm already pricing flights to Riyadh — Canelo versus Mbilli on Halloween is too good to pass up. Back-to-back fight trips might be greedy. Say you'd be waiting up when I land.