Pay-Per-View

Went to Steve's house to watch the second clash of Jose Luis Castillo and Diego Corrales. That was really bogus that Castillo did not make the 135 weight by fight time. Because of that, the lightweight title belt was not on the line. It was supposed to be. Someone must have given Castillo some instructions, because he came out of his corner hard. Corrales was ready for him, then he did something crazy. Dropped his right hand just as Castillo was coming up with a fierce left hook. Corrales honestly looked like he didn't know what century he was in. He was up by the count of ten, but referree Joe Cortez wasn't buying his wobbly stance. The fight was stopped 47 seconds into the fourth round. There has to be a third match.

Erin was one of the people also at the viewing party, and she asked some very intelligent questions about the fight game. I wouldn't say that she was a fan, but she tries to get an understanding of what happens and why it happens. Neil showed up later, and Steve was disappointed that he didn't bring his newborn son along. "He can't bring that baby out into this air," I told Steve. It was a bit nippy last night. I'm sure Neil's wife wouldn't have wanted him to take their son out, either. "Babies and boxing go together," Terry, Erin's man, joked.

I love Steve and Ellen's little pug, Ozo. Anytime someone goes to their house, Ozo happily greets them in the stairwell. He's got this big sad eyes that seem to get bigger when food is around, and he can't have any. Pizza was ordered, and Ozo was staring at all of us, waiting for someone to drop a morsel so he could lap it up.

David came by, without his wife, Michelle. The last time I saw her was at a Halloween party Steve and Ellen hosted last year. David and Michelle are a nice couple who look very nice together.

Everyone chipped in for the pay-per-view. I have found out that is how boxing gatherings at homes are set up. Not long ago, The Ring, the major boxing magazine, ran an article about watching pay-per-view fights. They offered two choices: go to someone's house and help pay the cost of them ordering the fight, or go to a bar. It seems they leaned more towards going to someone's home based on how much more comfortable it would be than being in a crowded bar. I'd rather go to Steve's house than be jostled around in a bar and be expected to pay for drinks (I'm not a big drinker) that may be watered down.