(L) D’vonte Campbell - Age 24
Time: K.O. eleven seconds into the Third Round
40th Fight - March
(W) Hollis Ward - Age 31
(L) Desmond Ellis - Age 29
Time: Winner after four rounds
41st Fight - July
(W) Hollis Ward - Age 31
(L) Blaine Darden - Age 21
Time: K.O. twenty-nine seconds into the First Round
42nd Fight - November
(W) Hollis Ward - Age 32
(L) Dylan Kieft - Age 40
Time: Winner after five rounds
Nate
Seven-years-old | August
“Daaaad, you’re walking too fast,” I called out.
I stopped walking and leaned on the pillar by the trash can. I needed to rest for a minute, but Dad just kept walking. There were so many people hurrying places, but I was able to keep my eye on Dad. I knew where he was going anyhow. I knew the casino like the back of my hand. We came here every night for dinner, and Dad would stop at the sportsbook.
Tonight was special because my favorite TCF fighter was fighting; Hollis ‘The Dragon’ Ward! When a woman’s purse bumped into my arm, I pushed myself away from the pillar and ran through the crowd to get to Dad. I caught up to him just as he entered the line at the sportsbook. I looked up at him and tapped him on the sleeve of his flannel shirt.
“What?” he said but didn’t look down at me.
“Did you forget me?” I asked. He didn’t look down or say anything else to me. Dad was looking around a lot, but not to me and not at the TV screens.
“I stopped walking back there. By the Mega Bucks machine.”
I stood quietly for a few minutes and looked around. I tried to see what he was looking at.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“You must be. You keep looking around. Maybe I can help you find it.”
“Nathan, be quiet.”
Ever since Mom died, Dad told me to be quiet or to shut up a lot. I stayed quiet until my stomach growled. I was so hungry. Since today was Saturday, I didn’t get to have the breakfast or lunch that I usually got at school. I felt like the hungry growls were going to eat my stomach from the inside out. I tapped my dad’s sleeve again.
“Dad.” I kept tugging on his sleeve, but he wouldn’t look at me. “Daaad.”
“Quiet.”
