I emailed the clip of my first fight that's on YouTube around to various people. My stepmother called to say that she didn't watch it. "I didn't want to see you get hurt!" she said. Pastor Roger took a little while to watch it, but he did. I asked if he had any advice. "I don't know much about boxing. I'm not sure how it's scored. But if you had cornerned your opponent and kept hitting her, would you have won?" he asked me. "I probably would," I answered, thinking about the mistakes I saw on the clip. "Then that's the best advice I can give you," he laughed.
"Where's Ieisha?" Alan asked me last night. She hasn't been in for awhile, and neither has Leon. JJ came in last night, expecting to have another round of sparring with Leon. Instead, JJ took on everyone else who was available, including Chris, a guy who came in with Earlvin (I'll have to check the spelling of his name). Jamil told me that his jaw was still hurting from when JJ hit him the week before. Jamil's lip was cut when they mixed it up again last night. Even Alan took a turn with JJ. "I'm so out of shape," Alan told me right before he got inside the squared circle. He lasted two rounds with JJ. "I sparred with JJ once, back in 2003 or 2004. I never got a lick in on him. He was too fast," I said. Alan figured that JJ did about nine rounds altogether.
Justin was heavily engrossed with his hand-head video game when I asked him, "Do you watch Sesame Street?" "I did when I was a baby," he said. His answer reminded me of Spanky McFarland in an old "The Little Rascals" short, telling an adult, "When I was a kid. . .", despite of the fact that Spanky wasn't too far out of the crib himself. "How come?" I asked, assuming that all little kids watch Sesame Street. Justin just shrugged his shoulders. I was almost eight years old when that show premiered on TV. Despite of the fact I was a little out of the target range, I watched it. I guess kids find other things -- like video games, for example -- more fascinating these days.
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