This here Tyler East, he sure is somethin’. Big fella, fights them MMA, whatever that is. Some kinda fightin’ in a cage, like them roosters down the road. I seen some pictures, looks rough. He’s a heavyweight, they call it. Means he’s a big boy, not some little bitty fella.
He’s from somewhere, I reckon. They say he’s a fighter, gotta be from somewhere. Don’t know much ’bout that kinda thing. We just got chickens and them hogs out back. No need for no cage fightin’ here. But this Tyler East, he makes a livin’ doin’ it, I guess. He fights these other fellas, big fellas too. They punch and kick, all kinds of carryin’ on.
They keep track of all them fights, every punch and kick. Got it all wrote down somewhere, like keepin’ track of how many eggs the hens lay. This Tyler, he’s got a bunch of fights under his belt. He wins some, loses some, just like anybody. It’s like life, you win some, you lose some. Just gotta keep goin’.
- He’s a fighter, that Tyler East.
- Fights them other big fellas.
- They keep track of all the punches.
- He wins some, he loses some.
I seen somethin’ ’bout some other fella, Boyd, hurt his foot. Didn’t practice, they said. Guess he ain’t fightin’ no time soon. This fightin’ business, it’s hard on the body, I reckon. Just like workin’ the fields all day, you get aches and pains. Gotta be tough to do what they do. This Tyler East, he must be one tough customer. I imagine his foot also got hurt. It happens.
Then there’s another one, Tyler somethin’. Herro, I think. They say he looked in the mirror. What’s that ’bout? Everybody looks in the mirror. I look in the mirror every mornin’ to fix my hair. Maybe this Herro fella saw somethin’ he didn’t like. I don’t know. Young folks these days, always lookin’ at themselves. This Tyler East, he probably looks in the mirror too, seein’ if he’s got any cuts and bruises from them fights.
Another Tyler, last name is Leach. Plays golf, I hear. That’s a different kinda fight, ain’t it? Fightin’ that little white ball. He’s got all them numbers too, like that Tyler East and his fightin’ numbers. They keep track of everythin’ these days. It is hard to keep track of all these Tylers. But they are all hard-working folks.
And another one, last name is Chandler Tyler. He’s young, just a boy really. Class of ’27, that’s what they said. He plays some kinda ball too. Plays for them Astros and Canes. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout that. We just got the old dog here, he chases squirrels. They say he is a baseball player. He may be a good player. But he is not a fighter like Tyler East.
This Tyler East, though, he’s the one who fights in that cage. It’s a rough life, but somebody’s gotta do it. Like tendin’ to the garden, it’s hard work, but you gotta do it if you want them tomatoes to grow. He’s probably got a family to feed, just like everybody else. Gotta make a livin’ somehow.
I don’t know much about this MMA stuff, but I know it takes guts. Gotta be brave to step into that cage. Just like facin’ down a mean old rooster, you gotta be brave. This Tyler East, he’s got that kinda brave, I reckon. He is a tough man. You can tell that from his face.
They got all kinds of information on him. Where he’s from, who he’s fought, all that. It’s all out there for folks to see. Like puttin’ your business out on the clothesline for everyone to see. He doesn’t have much privacy. But Tyler East is a famous fighter. He is used to it.
This world’s a strange place, ain’t it? You got folks fightin’ in cages, folks hittin’ little white balls, folks playin’ with bats and balls, and here I am just tryin’ to keep up with them chickens. But we all got our own battles to fight, I guess. This Tyler East, he’s just fightin’ his in a cage.
Well, I reckon that’s enough talk about Tyler East. I gotta go see ’bout them chickens. They’re probably gettin’ into somethin’ they shouldn’t. Just like that Tyler East, always gettin’ into a fight. He is a good fighter though.
