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04-12-2010, 09:19 AM
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SSSSO true!! Rippled...layered,rivers of blood streaming on top....and NO var........... oh gosh----sorry.Did not mean it. =:> 
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04-12-2010, 09:28 AM
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Well there I go again.
Somehow I always manage to make people angry at me. I guess it's a gift. Stay with me. In an hour or two I want to impart a great sports experience my imaginary friend had. It's really good..really,really.
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04-12-2010, 02:51 PM
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I'm not going to do this thing now.
I don't feel like it. My very good friend, Len Lenetti, told me this story.I believe him.It's a great story. But I still dont feel like telling it. ================================================== ======== I walked the hill to reach the Akron Armory.A rather large building of old bricks,bulky,dark...old.It's called character.Looked good. As I entered (as per instruction at the rear),I thought back of how I got here.17 years old ,Februray,one of the 1960's.Followed my Fathers interest in boxing form the Wednesday and Friday Night Fights brought to you by Gillette.I really liked Ray Robinson and Carmen Basillio.They were my size and really,really good.Later I liked Emile Griffith and Floyd Patterson a lot,although Patterson was a heavyweight and a real enigma in this "sport."I remember hearing his fights with Johanson on the radio...all 3. The first was crushing,but the next 2 thrilling.Don Dunphy did them,I think. Pretty sure. Anyhoo---I was hooked.I got Lou what'shisnames book ( he was a big name lightwieght champion form the 30's) ...How To Box. I also studied The Ring and other boxing magazines. I would stare at the photos for hours to see the fighters body positions when they threw certain punches;how they leveraged their weight,etc.The nearest boxing club was too far away. I decided to start training myself with these perfunctory tools.I did buy a speed bag and a heavy bag and hung them in the garage.My Father helped me do this. I don't think he ever thought I would carry this through. I remember telling him of the date for my first Golden Gloves fight and ...maybe he would want to come.He just gave that look of bieng nice,but troubled by the offer and said.."No,I don't think so."We weren't real close at the time.I bought boxing gloves and soon was sparring with everyone who wanted to clock me.Kids around my age...even a couple grown men.I always told them I wouln't hit back.No one knew how to box so I was inspired.They couldn't do much even though there was no worry about any counter attack from me.My head grew large; I saw myself becoming welterweight and then middleweight champion of the world.....and then fans all over the world made the heavyweight champion sign to fight me. I beat the dickens out of him,too. So those were the thoughts running through my head as I approached this arena of gladitors.I reached the dressing room.Very crowded.The point was reached where someone elses corner men knew I was the only guy who didn't have anyone in his corner.It wasn't against the rules.Oh it was stupid,but not against the rules. The one guy said.."Hey.( The Life doesn't produce the most prolific wordsmiths in the world.) You are stupid for not having any help here.Oh it's not against the rules, but it's stupid." I just looked at him. I found him stupid. But he said he and the other team member would be there for me when my number was up...I mean called. I said.."OK." ================================================== ======== So I did it...big deal, but only the first part.It's supposed to be so tantalizing,supposed to have built your interest to such a crescendo ....a point where you have got to have more. And you will. When I feel like it. And you know the next half is the actual fight---and you know it's going to raise the hair on the nape of your neck and make tingling goose bumps all over your flesh. It's really that good,too. My next post will be that last half...maybe soon, maybe not.
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