I know you’re not supposed to talk about fight club, but there are cases when it’s okay to blog about it. Happy Thursday!
We were out in my driveway, doing our usual Thursday night bare knuckle fight club, when the friend I had just slammed across the cheek with a vicious right hook uttered, “Do you realize tomorrow is the last day of January?”
That’s certainly one way to throw me off my game, but instead of being distracted, I drilled him in the chest with a solid left. He staggered backwards towards the gaggle of spectators, but they just stepped out of his way. They knew better than to hold up a combatant who was clearly just looking for an advantage.
“That means it’s February on Saturday,” he continued as he steadied himself and wiped away some of the blood left from my previous attack on his nose. “The Super Bowl is Sunday, and before you know it, the Winter Olympics will be here.”
I glanced over at the ref for some…
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