I competed in all of them on the golden gloves amateur circuit in Texas. I'll admit that I went into it a bit overzealous and complacent in my training and abilities. I went on a legendary 3-0 win streak and that was enough to convince me that I was King Of All Bloodsport; hearing my name would cause my opponents to tremble in fear with shit in their pants. So I went into my next fight with a confidence that only a delusional ego-maniac could handle. I then spent three rounds fighting back tears total embarrassment while a 5 foot 4 Puerto Rican publicly made me his bitch by punching my head so many times until the ref decided that I had lost enough cherished memories of Christmas morning. It would be an understatement to say that I was humbled after that experience. I decided that I needed to probably stop trying to be Billy Badass and take this as a serious sport. I was fortunate enough to be competing on the Golden Gloves circuit and it was fun, but after my trainer passed away, his son took over the gym and became a meth addict and tried to kill his girlfriend. I decided it wasn't for me, so I didn't pursue it further. I probably would've never made it past the minors because getting punched in the head by people trained to punch heads takes its toll. I still have bad nerves from it and I wake up every day with numb fingers. I will say that it was a blast and a fun fact about my stint in the world of competitive felony assault: all seven of my losses cane from Puerto Ricans. It's well documented that Puerto Ricans all come with three standard settings: great dancer, skilled fighter, and extremely attractive. So in my defense, I was at a disadvantage even before the fights.