I dropped a decision to Earl Ladson. I can't argue with the way the judges scored it. I didn't let my hands go....almost like I was thinking way too much. I knew Earl was there to fight, and I he did just enough by throwing flurries to the body to make it look like he was the busier fighter. The sun rose again this morning, and I will get back in the gym to prepare for whatever is next. Every loss is disappointing, and it makes you question why you sacrifice so much for the small opportunities that come. But I guess that is why I am a fighter, and I will keep doing it until it is no longer fun for me.