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Op donderdag 18 mei 2006 14:16 schreef BobRooney het volgende:Verklaring Bob Sapp
To all my fans:
To put an end all rumours surrounding my K-1 Superbout in Amsterdam here is my version of events:
First of all I am a professional athlete who doesn't drink any alcohol, just coffee. So when I got off the plane in Amsterdam I decided to go for a cup near the hotel. There was no Starbucks in sight so we entered a local coffee chain with a dog logo. Once inside I noticed quickly that, unlike the States, there was no smoking ban. When I ordered my coffee the waitress said it would come with a piece of cake. When in Rome do as the Romans do, so I went for it. We had our coffee and cake and I took an extra piece back to the hotel for Saturday morning breakfast to serve as a mental motivator reminding me how easily I was going to beat my opponent. Hoost? Piece of cake! However after a few hours I started feeling wobbly, having clear visons of Hoost hitting me with heavy lowkicks. Ouch! It felt so real I did not feel like going to the press conference but after some pressure from the promoter people I decided to go anyway and once there, thank God, I started feeling better.
At Saturday morning breakfast I had my usual cup of coffee with the remaining piece of cake as mental motivator. Then it was time to head for the stadium to take care of Ernesto "piece of cake" Hoost whom I have beaten twice before. Not exactly. Somebody must have contaminated the cake because by the time I got to the stadium I felt even worse then Thursday. I was completely paranoid and could not stand the large crowd at all. No way I was going fight in this condition. I told the K-1 people but they wouldn't have any of it. Instead they put pressure on me to fight anyway. In a state of panic all I could think of was asking for more money. I was so out of it I even started seeing angels. That was it for me. Time to head for the exit and get some fresh air. That is what I did and it made me feel better then any money could have.
What can I saÿ other then that I am sorry. It wasn't me, it was the cake.
Last but not least one free piece of advice for all my fans out there:
Visting Amsterdam? Stay away from the cake!
Yours martialy,
Bobb Sap
bron: Mixfight.nl
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Je krijgt helemaal geen cake in de Bulldog.
Die kan je kopen als je wilt, je kan prima normale coffee drinken.
Gimme a break, the bulldog in Amsterdam is wereldwijd bekend. Als je binnenkomt dan weet je al wat je ruikt. Wat een amateur en wat een kutverhaal, zijn homies uit zijn crew roken allemaal weed.
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In a state of panic all I could think of was asking for more money.
Jezusmina man, wat een onwijs triest verhaal, deze gozer moeten ze laten oprotten en nooit meer met K-1 mee laten doen.
Zeg dat je ziek bent en meld je af, das een beter verhaal dan paniekerig om cash vragen