The Origin of
Fight Club Sports
I was 10 years old — small for my age, undersized, and overlooked. I’d head to the local park hoping to run in the basketball games, but the older, bigger kids never passed me the ball. The only reason they let me play was to even up the teams.
So I had to find a way to earn my place.
I became the scrappy kid who hustled for every rebound. I dove for loose balls. I locked in on defense. That was how I got the ball — not because of my size or skill, but because of grit.
We didn’t have money for basketball camps. My training ground was the beat up concrete court and pickup games. Growing up I played almost every day with my three closest friends — two of them were on the middle school and high school teams. I tried out once in high school. I made it all the way to the last cut. The coach told me I had heart, toughness, and tenacity — but not enough polished skill and was cut.
Life happened. I started working while still in school, and basketball faded into the background. Ironically, after I stopped playing, I hit a late growth spurt — finally catching up in size, but the game had moved on.
In my late 20s, some friends asked if I wanted to hoop again. That first game back lit a fire in me. I remembered why I loved it. I was still the same player — rebounds, defense, hustle. That was my identity. I started playing regularly again, at parks, in leagues, and in gyms. I didn’t get much playing time in the leagues because my skills were limited, but I never stopped going hard when I was on the court.
But with that intensity came a price. Multiple ankle sprains, dislocated fingers, a torn meniscus to name just a few. Then I had a serious back injury that left me unable to walk and go through grueling rehab and recovery process. Even though several doctors told me that I would not play ball again I didn’t believe that could be the case and worked harder to get back on the court. After every injury, I clawed my way back — rehab, workouts, patience. The last major injury was the final straw - a rotator cuff tear — one of the most painful, grueling surgeries and recoveries I ever faced.
That’s when I realized: if I wanted to keep playing for life, something had to change.
So I went all in on learning — studying elite athletes, top coaches, and peak performance strategies. I realized there were core rules that elite players followed — rules that showed up not only in sports, but in business, life, and even ancient philosophy. They were rooted in consistency, resilience, and self-mastery — many echoing the principles of Stoicism.
This became the foundation for what I call The 10 Rules — a mindset and training philosophy built around getting 1% better every single day.
I started tracking everything: workouts, habits, recovery, mindset. Because you can’t improve what you don’t measure.
That’s when Fight Club Sports was born.
Not just as a brand — but as a system. A blueprint for athletes or players who are hungry to get better, no matter where they start. It’s about building toughness, discipline, and long-term growth. It’s for the scrappy kid getting rebounds just to touch the ball. It’s for the player who gets cut but refuses to quit. It’s for the one who still shows up, even when nobody’s watching.
Fight Club Sports isn’t about being the most talented — it’s about fighting for every inch of progress.
And it all started with a rebound.
Let’s get started!
Meet HB — The Honey Badger
Why a Honey Badger?
At Fight Club Sports, we don’t celebrate the biggest or flashiest. We honor the grittiest.
That’s why our mascot is the honey badger — pound-for-pound the toughest animal on the planet.
Who is HB?
HB is fearless, relentless, and always underestimated — just like the players we built this for.
Undersized, never outworked
Plays with heart, not hype
Gets 1% better every day
HB is the spirit of the grind. No excuses. No backing down. Just fight.
