I don't like this silly sport.

I fought MUCH when younger.
When I was very young, kid beat me up for ANY REASON - I've got a big mouth.
But, once 18-19, no one who fought with me forgot it.
I was too fucking scary.
And, it hurt them too fucking much.

I've broken ribs - mine and theirs. No few than five people have broken bones in their hands hitting my thick size 8 skull.

In a street fight in Atlantic City in 1982, I once bit a part of a guys ear off and spit it in his face.

In my last fight in 1987 I tossed an ex-girlfriend's 6'2" husband - who attempted to stab me with a butterknife for bringing up his wife-beating in public - over a booth in a "Friendly's" in upstate NY. He broke his collarbone. That brought my total to 5.

It mostly stopped for me when I serverely injured 2 townie rapists when I was in college in 1983. One went into a short coma. Neither will be the same.

I can go from zero to psycho-pathic in nano-seconds.
Part of my bi-polar? Don't know.
I have heard it homorously described as "a classic example of demonic possession".

Usually it is abuse of the weak that fused my rage, especially passive women.


I find this sport similar to people with guns shooting at each other JUST the damage just won't show immediately.

Heard Muhammed Ali likes it, though.

Or at least that's what I thought he mumbled ...

What was that, Mr. Ali?