My son was in one of his crazy MMA fights - Steelfist Fight Night 21 in SLC and that always worries me. He gets upset at me because he says I shouldn't put out "negativity" since that is potentially bad for his game. So I really try to be positive and upbeat about it.
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I didn't really expect him to take the invitation because he has his team, friends, admirers, fans, etc. and I was right, he didn't. But I did get the text. It said, "Epic knockout in the first round! Thanks for your support :)" At first I thought that he was the one that got knocked out, but then I thought, no, he wouldn't describe it as "epic" if it was him and he certainly wouldn't have put a smiley face after the announcement. I was ecstatic. Not only did he win, but he won in the first round, sparing him a lot of roughing up and physical exertion. Later that night, he called me and gave me the details. His opponent was very good and is known for his "reach" and his physical game. They came out and the hits were hard and the guy was out for blood, but Eddie, or Ed as they call him, was able to dodge the bullets and land the fatal blow that sent him down and was able to finish it off before the refs called it.
Now he's scheduled for the title match to win the belt for the 190 lb. weight. That's in two months. Since I know that he is determined, I can only pray for a good outcome. And believe me, I will be praying!
But that wasn't the end of my weekend. Oh no. My own ordeal came in the form of 'Battle Of The Choirs,' as the annual Christmas Choir Program is fondly called. We live in the Granite South Stake, which is divided up in, as near as I can tell, 8 sections or wards. On Sunday evening, each Ward performed a Christmas choir number. This is my first year as the choir accompanist and I didn't really know what to expect. We performed a piece called 'Let Your Hearts Make Him Room' by Douglas Wagnor. We were 2nd on the program. The first choir was clearly on top of its game and aware of the nickname given to the event. They were spectacular! Whereas prior to that performance, I was as calm as I could be, I could feel myself getting more and more nervous. My heart started doing flip flops and I wondered about our own number. How would we measure up to that rousing rendition? Ours was rather calm in comparison and although melodically beautiful, certainly not showy. But our turn came all too quickly. From what I could hear, we did well and our director, Jeff K., who does have a PhD in Music, led us wonderfully well. When we were through, my heart was not calming down. I was still having some heart palpitations. Getting in front of a crowd has never been my strong point.
I would have loved to stay but the boys were eagerly awaiting our dinner. We had lasagne, the sweet potato casserole that I didn't get to give E. on Friday, peas, and brownies and ice cream for dessert. We watched some football and the finale of 'Survivor' while we ate. Eddie gave me a compliment. He said my piano playing was great and that the choir complemented me, since obviously the piano was the best part. Wow, I felt like I was the winner of the night in the 'Battle of the Choirs!' I congratulated him on a great win and was so happy to see he didn't even have a mark on his face.
How did you spend your own weekend? Was it filled with any kind of fights, brawls or battles? Do tell...