I was like this 5’6” guy who weighed 135 pounds getting into the ring each night with the heavyweight boxing champion of the world.
I would get knocked down and stumble home and wake up the next morning with a splitting headache.But, guess what? The following night I would be back—bandages and all, bottle in hand—doing the same thing again. My family and friends who were watching me on the Sports Channel were thinking: “That’s so insane. Why doesn’t he stop?”
But I was powerless to stop. That is alcoholism