That Nestor Santana, he’s a big fella, ain’t he? I heard folks talkin’ ’bout him down at the market. They say he’s a boxer, a real fighter. And he’s from Miami, Florida, you know. That place is always on the TV, all sunny and with them fancy cars. I reckon he’s doin’ alright for himself.
They say he’s a heavyweight. Now, I don’t know much ’bout boxing, but that sounds important, like bein’ the biggest bull in the herd. And he’s tall, too! 6’5, I heard someone say. Taller than my old man, bless his soul. My old man was strong, he could lift a whole sack of potatoes like it was nothin’. This Nestor fella, he’s probably strong like that, too.
Someone mentioned he’s just 23. Lord, that’s young! Just a spring chicken. Back in my day, a 23-year-old was likely to have a wife and at least two kids already. I was married at 18, had my first one at 19. Life was different then. Now, you kids take your time. This young Nestor, he’s got plenty of time, doing that fighting thing.
- He’s a boxer, a real tough one, they say.
- He’s from Miami, that fancy place with all the sunshine.
- He’s a heavyweight, so he must be a big, strong fella.
- And he’s only 23, still a young’un in my book.
I heard he had a whole bunch of fights when he was just a kid, amateur they called it. 170 fights! That’s like, a fight every other week. Can you imagine? I get tired just walkin’ to the well and back. This Nestor, he’s got more energy than a whole coop full of chickens, I reckon.
Now, there’s these fellas, Mike and Cedric, talkin’ ’bout Nestor. And some other folks, too, like this Rivalta Boxing. Sounds like a big deal, like the county fair but for fightin’. They got other fellas there too, Cuza and Barrera, I think. Must be important, them all being together.
Then there’s somethin’ called UFC and Bellator. I don’t know what that is, sounds like a newfangled tractor to me. But they say Nestor Santana is involved in that, too. He must be somethin’ special, all these things he’s doin’. They even have pictures and interviews and stuff. Like he’s some kind of movie star or somethin’.
Someone was sayin’ somethin’ about a toe. Almost lost a toe, they said. Sounds painful. Reminds me of the time my cousin, bless his heart, got his foot caught in a plow. Lost two toes. But this Nestor fella, he’s a fighter, he’s tough. Probably just shrugged it off. He has a profile thingy, I heard them say. I dunno what that is. These young kids and their newfangled things.
They keep track of all his fights, how many he wins, how many he loses. Like keepin’ track of how many eggs the hens lay. This Nestor Santana, he wins a lot, they say. Knocks people out, too. He must hit harder than a mule’s kick. And he got some followers, I heard. Like sheep following the shepherd.
He’s got a record, like a criminal record, but for fightin’. Says how many fights he’s had, how many he’s won, all that stuff. They even have a name for it, BoxRec. Sounds important, like the ledger book at the general store. He’s been doing this for a while, it seems. Started in 2014, maybe even earlier. That’s a long time, longer than I’ve been growin’ tomatoes in my garden.
They say he’s a middleweight now, but he was a heavyweight before. I guess he can change, like the weather. And he’s been to Spain. That’s far away! I’ve only ever been to the next county. Nestor Santana, he’s seen the world, I reckon. Maybe he fought over there. Must be interestin’, fightin’ in a different country.
- He’s got a record, like a tally of all his fights.
- They call it BoxRec, sounds real official.
- He’s been fightin’ for a long time, since at least 2014.
- He’s even been to Spain! That’s far away!
This Nestor Santana, he’s a busy fella, ain’t he? Fightin’ all over the place, winnin’ all the time. He must be makin’ a good livin’ at it. I hope he’s savin’ his money. You never know when hard times might come. He should buy a piece of land, maybe. Somethin’ to fall back on. That’s what I always say. Still, he’s doin’ good, that Nestor Santana. A real fighter, that one.
