Seen a man laying claim to a legendary great grandad,
calling himself the offspring of the Manassa Mauler,
fighting bareknuckle in a cage at forty-six years old.
First round, face, from forehead to chin bloody,
salt and pepper hair wild like a husked coconut,
grandson in his flurry eye pokes, and it’s over. A no contest,
an appropriate description.
They convince him to stay for the post fight interview,
and here’s what Josh Dempsey had to say about how he feels:
Like a million bucks brother, feel alive,
feel fucking alive baby, I’m alive.
When I’m not fighting, I’m not alive, I’m killing myself,
drinking, doing whatever I’m doing. When I’m focused on fighting
I live like a champion,
I act like a champion,
I’m a good husband,
I’m a good father,
I’m good to god,
I’m good to my people,
feel me.
Hear it from the man himself.
No, I want to watch the fight first.
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