I retired. 33–3.

I retired. Not in a press conference way. More in a Tuesday way. There was nothing left to prove. The record closed at 33–3, with six title defenses still on it. I had beaten Frank “the Stank” three times already, and the third one was just me being polite enough to let him finish standing up.

People keep asking about one more fight. I tell them the title is on the mantel and the mantel has not asked for a rematch. My manager sent a paragraph about a fourth dance with Frank. I sent back a photo of the couch. He said that was not a statement. I said it was the whole statement.

I still hit the bag. I just do not hit it like I have somewhere to be in June. If you see a poster with my name on a date, it is either old or a crime.