Hello, Gentlemen,

Well, it's the morning after the day before.

The anticipation is over. All that's left is lighter pockets and fuller bellies.

But jokes aside, Christmas is so much more than that. It's a time of love, reflection, appreciation, regret, mourning and loss. It's many different things and something we can't shy away from.

Enjoying the smiles and laughter of the kids in one moment. Then taking a minute to gaze out the window and reminisce on an absent friend the next.

Whatever it is to you, I hope it was as pleasant as can be.

Also, just a quick one to apologise to the people who replied last week. The issue is now fixed and I can receive and reply to your emails.

Other than Christmas, there's been a lot of noise around Jake Paul this week.

I'm not a Jake fan, but I'm not a hater either.

Let’s take a look at the situation.

Jake Paul made big money before boxing. He doesn't need to get in the ring with the likes of AJ.

Maybe he's there for the love of the sport. Maybe he's a thrill seeker or a little crazy. Maybe he just wants more money.

He's been trying to live the life of a boxer for a few years now. Proper gyms, good sparring, top coaches and a real team. Because he has the money to do that.

To be fair to him, he's done more for women's boxing than most established promoters. Giving them a proper platform with real fight purses.

I think the thing that pisses people off about Jake Paul is his record.

Fighting people who crossover combat sports, has-beens etc. But for me, they miss a very significant point.

Jake is a master marketer.  That's what he knows best. So if you break down his record, what he's done is actually really smart.

Hear me out…

If you scroll to the bottom of any famous fighter's record. You will most likely find a list of journeymen with terrible records.

These guys are literally paid to lose. If they win, they get offered less work.

Trainers use this time as a rite of passage to tune their fighters and give them experience without too much risk.

The clever thing is that Jake found big names to use instead. Allowing him to get the early experience all boxers get.

All while making big money and building a huge profile.

I imagine that doesn't bode well with the people who paid proper dues. Starting out in WMCs and Leisure Centres.

Whilst the general public tend to think he's either fixing matches or picking easy wins.

But when you look at size, skill, experience, sweat equity, the gap between AJ and Jake Paul is massive.

The challenge was monumental. And let's face it, unnecessary. There were plenty of easier fights to choose from which would have generated the same money.

I think he was crazy to take that fight. But I can respect it. Even if I'm not a fan.

It was the work Christmas do last Thursday. A few beers after work, then a fancy pizzeria.

If you've read issue one you'll know I've been watching my diet due to a kidney scare.

"But it is Christmas. Although I won't drink alcohol, I'll enjoy the food. One night can't hurt" I told myself.

So I ate my pizza, had 3 alcohol-free lagers and was home by half 7.

I'd never been out with people drinking and not drank myself before so it felt like a win.

Fast forward to Sunday. I'm constipated from the pizza and the non-alcoholic lager has caused a gout flare.

Apparently they have all the same bad bits as normal lager apart from they don't get you pissed.

Getting older sucks sometimes.

On the flip side, I lost 3cm from my waist last week. Even with the pizza night.

Back to proper food for me.

We were both around 20. Mates since school.

I'd had my own problems at the time. Splitting with my first kid's mum. Getting used to being a weekend Dad. Paying a mortgage.

This particular day I was in a rush to drop the little one off. It was the weekend and I was heading out afterwards.

On my drive there, I saw Chris walking down the road. As I waved to say hi, he threw both hands in the air. Then stood and watched as I drove by.

I knew he wanted me to pick him up. But I told myself I was late and in a rush. 

The night after I was with some other mates.

"You heard about Chris? It's everywhere. Everyone's saying he's dead."

Chris was dead. He killed himself that night around 20 years ago.

To this day, I still wonder. What if?

I caught myself being a bit needy with the missus the other day.

I’ve gone deep on this stuff over the years. Relationship dynamics, marriage, intimacy, the manosphere.

You know, the never ending quest to understand women?

The fact is, the work needs to be ongoing and can slip if you don't keep an eye on yourself.

So this week I've revisited No More Mr Nice Guy. I think it's like the 3rd time I've read this now.

I highly recommend it, especially if you're not 100% happy in your relationship.

Spoiler alert: It's probably not her.

Well, that's it from me.

Off to football with my lad today. We're (hopefully not) going to see the infamous Sheffield Wednesday get mauled by the Tigers.

I'll probably still bet on us to win though.

Same time next week.

And remember Gentlemen, Life Matters.

Lewis

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