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December 1st, 1984
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The tournament, The one thing everyone has been dying to see, everyone has been waiting for this moment.
The sucky part was waking up at 8:00 a.m just too watch some damn karate.
I groaned, leaning my head on Johnnys seat in tiredness. Johnny on the other hand was wide awake, he looked like he just had twenty damn cups of coffee.
"How do you feel sensei?" I asked, grinning at his large smile.
"Good, real good." He told me, tapping his steering wheel anxiously. I looked at him raising my eyebrow.
"Any other emotions?" I asked slowly, tapping my fingers on the seat. Redness surrounded my eyes from rubbing them like any other morning.
"Maybe... a little nervous. Maybe." He said making sure I heard the word 'maybe'
I put my hand on his thigh, "Nothin to be nervous about," I smiled.
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I was sitting in the bleachers beside Ali. Some of the fights have been passed, Johnny and Daniel both hanging in there.
Daniel surprised me, for someone who hasn't done karate for more than a year was doing really good. Johnny was too.
It was hard for me to pay attention on the Karate when I couldn't take my eyes off Johnny. Sweat coming down his chest, his Gi was a little loosened showing his toned chest.
Every once and a while he would give me a smile, or he would walk over to me to give a kiss. He called it a 'good luck kiss'
It was crazy, none got a point on Johnny. He devoured them, and Daniel he was doing really Good on defense, he might've gotten a couple points for someone else, but he was doing amazing.
Whenever Johnny would fight I would clap for him, whenever Daniel would fight I would clap for him. It was a real headache.
I found an angry Tommy who just gotten beat by my brother. I smiled seeing him stomp over towards me, after giving his teammates little handshakes.
He sat next to me, "You did good, I swear." I smiled at him.
He rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the bleachers above us, his body falling into the middle of the bleacher part.
"Not good enough." He grumbled.
"Yes, you did do good enough." I reassured him hitting his shoulder.
