Hey folks! I have to go to the county courthouse today to retrieve my car from the evil clutches of the impound lot so here’s a blog I wrote 50 years ago on myspace! Enjoy!

The glint of flash bulbs dotted my blurring vision. The ring of the bell still hung in my ears as I fell down on to the stool in the corner of the ring. Doc wrenched out my mouthguard, stuck in a straw and squeezed in a shot of warm water. I spit a mess of pink into the bucket held in front of my face and gulped down as much air as I could.
The crowd roared. Heads bobbing up and down, fists pumping. The arena got their first taste of blood tonight. They wanted more. Piston Honda spent the first two rounds tenderizing me like a plate of Kobe beef and the fire in his eyes only seemed to intensify. He obviously hasn’t forgotten about when I stole the minor title from him early in my career. He’s been training since then. Getting better, faster. The time spent between when he blinks his eyes 3 times and throws a jab has halved. He won’t stop.
If there’s three things I know about the Japanese, honor is everything to them, they’re 7 feet tall and you get a star punch if you hit them in the face right before they throw an uppercut.
Time was running short. I needed my trainer to tell me something, anything to get me through the third and final round. I take in as much air as I can and gasp “He’s hurt me, Doc!”.
Doc pats me on the shoulder, looks across the ring and says “Dodge his punch, then counter-punch!”.
“Really? That’s like, the first thing you learn in boxing. Help me, Doc. Please!”. Doc swung me around, jammed my mouthguard back in and looked straight into my eyes. “Join the Nintendo Fun Club today, Mac!” I get shoved back out into the middle of the ring. I crane my neck up to make eye contact with Piston because he is literally three feet taller than me. He looks down and hisses through his mouthguard “I’m going to give you a T.K.O… from Tokyo!”. The bell rings.
I’m a dead man.