I was stationed in Portsmouth, in drydock, around the time Whitaker and Buddy McGirt had their rematch. Me and my friend saw McGirt running one day and chopped it up with him. You couldn't miss that long ass bald head even under a cap. That snapback was on the last snap and was struggling. As we were leaving, my homey shouted out from the car, "Buddy, Sweatpea gonna fukk you up." McGirt must have had a spy following from the Whitaker camp because a guy tried to flag us down that we at first thought was with McGirt. The dude followed us to the corner store and gave us free tix to the fight at the Scope for fukking with McGirt. That was my second fight I ever attended with the first being with my dad @ the Anthony Hembrick vs. Booker T. Word clash.
