I have all sorts. The best always include my adventures in Mexico. One time, long ago when I was much, much lighter, I fought a guy that was given 6 oz. gloves and I had 8. We used to get scammed a bit also after the fights when the commission and the promoter would divide the money received from the gate or whatever and make the fighters wait outside the office for hours and hours. Another time, immediately after the bouts, the promoter was picked up by Mexican anit-drug-enforcement police and drug off to some prision. We were never paid. The best one was when the promoter actually skipped out after the bouts were over and completely disappeared, his name: Johnny Zarate. The commision was smart enough not to ask for the purse deposit this time and we all stood around looking like complete idiots. What made matters worse was that I was the matchmaker and all the Americans placed the blame on me. Come to think about it, the other week there were pro boxing fights in town and I had a guy fight. The promoter also made the fighters wait around for hours after the bouts and all sorts of shit went down such as mis-sized gloves, nobody checked handwraps, etc. And this is boxing, one of the so-called national sports of Mexico. I dont know if they are just corrupt or plainly negligent, but I am up to my ears in Mexican promotions and have actively decided to stay away completely.