But here’s what I think about now: In 2009, Mark Kerr was 40 years old. His knees were shot. His back was a roadmap of surgeries. The painkillers that once helped him train had nearly killed him. And yet he still stepped into rings—small ones, in front of small crowds—because fighting was the only language he spoke fluently.
The forums were brutal. “He looks old.” “He’s just here for the paycheck.” “Someone needs to stop him.” mark kerr 2009
Lawal, an elite-level wrestler in his prime, took Kerr down early in the first round. But here’s what I think about now: In
Because it was the year you realized the machine had truly broken down. an elite-level wrestler in his prime