Right, so everyone was talking about Alex vs Jiri 2. I remember that day pretty clearly, not really because of the fight itself in the end, but because of everything else that went down.
I’d planned it all out. Got off work a bit early, grabbed some snacks on the way home. The specific kind, you know, the ones I only get for special occasions or fight nights. Got home, kicked off my shoes, and immediately started setting up the living room. Pulled the coffee table closer to the couch, made sure the remote had fresh batteries – the works. I even told my neighbor, Dave, not to knock unless the house was actually on fire because I was prepping for the main event.
The Setup
So there I was, everything ready. Drinks chilling, snacks laid out. I checked the start time again, making sure I hadn’t mixed it up. It was still a couple of hours away, but I like being prepared. I remember thinking about the first fight, how intense that was, and wondering if this one would live up to the hype. I even went through some old notes I’d scribbled down about their styles back then.
- Checked the TV connection.
- Made sure the streaming app was updated.
- Put my phone on silent, except for family calls.
Then Things Went Sideways
Just as I was settling in, maybe an hour before things were supposed to kick off, the phone rang. Not a family member I was expecting, but my sister. She sounded panicked. Turns out, her car had completely died on the side of the highway, about 40 miles out of town. Middle of nowhere, basically. And her phone was about to die too.
So much for fight night.
There wasn’t even a decision to make, really. You just go. I grabbed my keys, a charger pack for her phone, and yelled a quick explanation to Dave who was watering his plants outside. He just gave me a thumbs up, probably wondering why I was tearing out of my driveway when I’d just told him I was locking down for the night.
The drive out there felt like forever. Kept glancing at the clock, knowing the fight would be starting soon. Found her eventually, car hood up, looking pretty stressed. We tried jumping it, no luck. Dead as a doornail. Called a tow truck, waited ages for it to show up. By the time they hooked up the car and we finally got back to her place, it was super late. The whole event, Alex vs Jiri 2, had completely passed me by.
I crashed on her couch that night. Woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. Saw the results online later, saw the highlights. Looked like a decent scrap, sure. But honestly? My main memory of “Alex vs Jiri 2” isn’t the fight itself. It’s the late-night highway rescue mission, the dodgy tow truck driver, and the relief of finally getting my sister home safe. Funny how things work out, isn’t it?
