I felt someone tap me on the shoulder while I stood in front of my locker at Loyola Park. I turned around to see Kenny, and I gave him a big hug. In the photo above, Kenny gives David some pointers in-between sparring sessions.
I sparred four rounds -- three with Kathy, and two with Carrie Anne. My knees refused, absolutely refused, to cooperate during the first two rounds I was in the ring with Kathy. It was as if I was slogging through thick Jello. When my arthritic knees don't want to work, my feet follow suit. I tried to get up on the balls of my feet, but I remained flat footed the entire time. Meanwhile, Kathy was popping me in my head and my stomach.
I sparred with Carrie Anne before doing a last round with Kathy. I found a second wind from somewhere. I kept thinking to myself, "Let's go, Action Jackson!" Action Jackson (1988) was a movie starring Carl Weathers. I've never seen the movie, but I remember my younger sister telling me about it. For some reason, the title popped into my mind. Carrie was throwing some good jabs, but I kept tapping them down and going for her mid-section. I got in a left hook to her head, which amazed me, because I seldom manage to get left hooks in on anybody.
Later, Carrie Anne told me that she had a bit of a nosebleed. I was shocked. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, it's okay. One of your punches got my nose ring," she said.
I learned that Connor lost his preliminary match at the Chicago Golden Gloves. It sounded like the same situation that happened with Ben's fight at the Gloves. Alan said that Connor stuck to his game plan and was winning the rounds. But the judges apparently saw something else and gave the win to the other guy. Alan and Connor told me that even the coach of the other guy was shocked that Connor didn't win. Now there's just Kathy left to compete, and I hope she will steamroll over her opponent.