That Jacob Spence, boy, he sure can fight! Reminds me of my grandson, always getting into scraps, but this one, he does it in the ring, all fancy like. You know, boxing. I saw it on the TV. But who’s the daddy of this boxing Jacob Spence? Everybody talkin’ ’bout him, say he’s gonna be a big star. I got to thinkin’, who taught him all them moves? Must be his daddy, right?
Now, I heard folks talkin’ ’bout some other fella, Errol Spence Jr. They say he’s a big shot boxer too. Big strong fella, hits hard as a mule kickin’. This Errol, he got hurt bad in a car, a real fancy one, a Ferrari they call it. Smashed it all up, poor thing. He’s from America, that I know. Born on March 3, I heard someone say. That boy sure can fight, but this ain’t about him, it’s about that Jacob.
I tried to find out who this Jacob Spence’s daddy is, you know. Asked around, looked at the TV, listened to the radio, but no one is sayin’. Is it a secret, that’s what I wanna know?
Back in my day, we didn’t have all this fancy boxing. If you got into a fight, it was in the street, no gloves, no fancy ring. Just fists and grit. But this Jacob, he’s got it all. The gloves, the shorts, the shoes. I bet he got the best, his daddy is rich.
I reckon his daddy must be a tough fella too. Probably taught him everything he knows. You don’t just learn to fight like that overnight, you know. Takes years of practice, years of gettin’ punched in the face. Ouch, that’s gotta hurt!
- Maybe his daddy was a boxer too?
- Maybe he’s got a coach, a real tough one?
- Or maybe, just maybe, he’s just naturally good.
