Michael has been sparring with me practically every night, with hopes that I might actually have a chance at Saturday's tournament. Ha.. right... When we practice, Michael let's me win a lot. Let is the key word here. I've seen Michael spar for real, and trust me he could kick my trash. I doubt I would be able to score one lousy point!
Anyways, he always gets hyped up about how great I'm doing, and that I'm going to do really well in Cali. I'm sure he can read my doubtful expression, but he just goes on:
"Haley, your Two One Blitz is amazing!"
"Haley, your going to do so great!"
"Haley, you've gained so much confidence!"
Tonight he even got Jess to join in the flattery. I appreciate what he's trying to do, but sometimes I just want to strangle him until he admits all his lies; until he admits I'm going to get dominated in the sparring division. I'd tell him myself, but he'd just get upset, and that would break my heart. Especially after all the time he's spent dedicated to preparing me.
I'm glad I have a friend like Michael. I'm also a little scared that I like him a little too much... When all's said and done, I'm going to miss these sparring evenings.
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