The last few days at Betty’s were stuffed with mixed emotions. The moment we’d been waiting for—Yokohama Pride—had finally arrived. Betty’s new tricks were devastating. I doubt any Asian tough guy could take it longer than one minute or two. But I felt lost, unmotivated, and unenthusiastic. Betty and I had longed for this so intensely that now that it was here, I was frustrated that I couldn’t enjoy it. And what’s worse,...