I used to be a Thai Boxer. I won 14 fights by knockout, 13 in the first round and one in the second. Then I fought a guy that I should've never fought, because I didn't know him.
It was New Year's Eve, I was working as a bouncer, and I was kind of drunk when the promoters asked me to fight this guy in February. This guy was just released from prison! His name was Frank Lobman, and he had a record of 59 wins and 52 knockouts, a real bad ass. But I hadn't trained for two years because I was bouncing and partying a lot.
So the promoters called again in the beginning of February and said the fight was February twelfth. And they said, "Okay Bas, so are you going to be ready? Everything is in shape." They'd made posters and everything. "What are you talking about? What about Frank Lobman? When did I tell you I was going to fight him?" I said. I hadn't remembered agreeing to the fight! Oh crap!