Travis Hartman

of The Boxing Amusement Park



Travis Hartman was a spectacular amateur boxer -- 156-13, with three national championships -- who has struggled as a pro. The 26-year-old, who hails from the small town of Osborn, Missouri, is still an active fighter who maintains a passion for the sport that has consumed him since his childhood.  Hartman's training journal reflects his physical, psychological and emotional struggle as he continues his an ongoing quest to become the best.




Raging in York & dreaming of Hef's house


March 10, 2009


I fought, I lost. The end.

Well, not really the end, of course I have something to say about the match. I did find myself digging deep and found a part of me that had escaped me since my amateur days. Some where during the match when I was completely gassed and ready to give in, my body responded with some much-needed rage that carried me to the finish line. It was not an ideal performance per se, but mentally I found a part of myself that said never quit. I came through mentally, but physically I still was not there. Realistically I knew physically I was not going to be able to do the things I normally would be able to, but that was my own fault for taking the fight on less than a week's notice. I try to never take anything away from a boxer who does his part and competes like a true professional, as my opponent did, but I also want to give the full story on my conditioning.

After reading over some of my previous blogs I feel like this is becoming an excuse blog. I know there is a story behind every fighters record, and everybody has had a tragic past, and nothing really ever goes perfectly for any fighter. I like to simply put my complete thoughts and events into perspective and let the "critics" form their own judgments on me and my career. But, ultimately I know in my heart that I have a plan, though foggy at times. I'll see it through, no matter what the doubters say. I tick by my own clock and always will.

Back to the topic at hand, the match. I was contacted shortly before my March 7 match against Terrance Crawford in York, Pa., about fighting on the Playboy Mansion card March 21. Of course I'm interested -- it's the Playboy freaking Mansion! Lets get real, here.

Well, I noticed after my fight I apparently hurt my ribs slightly  throwing a hook. A short visit to the hospital and many pain meds later, I was on my way home to Osborn, Mo.,  to think about my last match and ponder my future plans.

Will I still get to fight my dream match at the Playboy Mansion, the Mecca of all male Meccas?
Well just have to see.




SEND AN E-MAIL to Travis Hartman