Originally posted by Pithy Radish
I'm excited about the trip, not fighting big Russian guys bare fisted 
You know, I was once in a similar situation. The guy I was supposed to fight was almost a foot taller than me, and had a lifetime devoted to nothing but fighting--it was as if he was bred for fighting and fighting was all he cared about, and all that those around him cared about. My girl asked me why I would go ahead with the fight when it was obvious that the odds were against me.
It was at that moment that I told her "Maybe I can't win. Maybe the only thing I can do....is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he'll have to kill me. And to kill me...he'll have to have the heart to stand in front of me. And to do that...he has to be willing to die himself. I don't know if he's ready to do that."
I hope that helps.
